Although Ling Tian concealed his aura intentionally to prevent his inner Qi from emanating, he was still an inner Qi expert — no matter how ordinary he may look. Even if he walked in the bustling crowd, it was impossible for someone to bump into him without his notice at all! This was the natal instinct of an expert. Unless the person who bumps into him is at the same level like him, a top-class expert!
He turned around calmly and looked at the fortune teller with a smile which wasn’t like a smile.
The fortune teller looked like he was fifty to sixty years old; the color of his green robes had already faded from being washed too often. His loose clothes hung upon his skinny body and frail looking face. He had a thin beard and few strands of untidy white hair, with a haggard looking face as though he had not eaten for a few days already. He held up a green bamboo pole with a tattered white cloth with the words ‘100% Accurate’ written on it messily.
