"Grandmaster, apologies for the disrespect." The young man hurriedly stood up, and bowed towards Ling Han, "This young master, this humble one's surname is Niu, and my given name is Jianhua. Grandmaster, since you can tell that this humble one is plagued by bad luck, do you have any way to resolve it?"
Ling Han pretended to ponder for a moment, trying to whet his appetite. Then, he said, "Forget it. Since we've met, it's fate. I'll help you gain some insight."
"Many thanks, Grandmaster!" Niu Jianhua was overjoyed. These few days, he was really about to cry from this indescribable bad luck.
