Ning Bufan stepped onto Zhuque Street. The street was sparsely populated, but the teahouses and taverns along the street were bustling.
He hadn't gone far when he noticed an elderly man with white hair sitting on stone steps, setting up a stall. Beside him, a woman held a tattered banner, propped up with stones for stability, on which were written four large characters:
'Defying Fate'.
As if possessed, he walked towards the stall.
"Old man, can you tell fortunes?" His voice was slightly low.
Wang Shijiu, hearing a customer arrive, was inwardly delighted. He coughed twice, lowered his voice, and feigned a weathered air, saying mysteriously, "Two taels of silver, and I guarantee you'll defy fate. Young friend, tell me, what do you predict?"
"I'm feeling a bit troubled right now, but I
