Zhao Yang pondered for a moment and said, "When I was three years old, the village chief had someone cast a fortune, and they divined that I was a disaster star for the village." After speaking, Zhao Yang couldn't help but give a bitter smile.
In this highly superstitious village, everybody tended to believe whatever the Great Immortal said to some extent.
"Disaster star?" Su Xiaoyue's eyes widened, her expression one of disbelief, "But, you were only three years old at that time."
Zhao Yang nodded reluctantly and said, "That's why ever since I can remember, people in the village have never liked me."
Su Xiaoyue voiced her indignation, "That's just too ridiculous, you haven't done anything wrong. To label a three-year-old as a disaster star, that's just too unfair!"
Although Su Xiaoyue was from Xinghu Village, she never believed in things like the Great Immortal or fortune-telling; she always thought those so-called Great Immortals were deceivers.
