"Mr. Qin, you must be puzzled as to why the old Daoist who told your fortune in your previous life and the one who advised Song Yuanqiao in this life are the same person, right? And the time difference is twenty years!" Wang Pingchuan's master said with a smile.
"Actually, the person who told your fortune was my master! It was indeed me who advised Song Yuanqiao, but at that time I was dressed in my master's clothes, which led you to believe it was the same person!"
Qin Han picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea indifferently, and waited for Wang Pingchuan's master to continue.
"Twenty-five years ago, as my master's time was drawing near, he called me to his side and told me something: that I must rush to Zhongzhou five years later. I was to ensure that I visited a family with the surname Song and persuade them to adopt a child named Song Yuwei. Moreover, I had to tell the Song family to arrange a marriage for her!"
