“Young lady, you are destined for disaster. I’m afraid you’ve encountered setbacks and emotional turmoil in the past.”

"If this continues, it might affect the fortunes and careers of those around you!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yejin, who had been wary, immediately showed a shocked expression.

He looked at him like, "How did you know?"

Seeing Bai Yejin's reaction, the old man sighed repeatedly.

“Young lady, I am the 23rd generation successor of Taoism. Sir, why don’t you have your partner have their fortune told?”

"If it is not allowed, I will not accept a single penny."

Bai Yejin turned to Lin Yifeng for help.

Seeing Bai Yejin's worried expression, Lin Yifeng didn't know what to say for a moment.

Lin Yifeng was already used to these kinds of swindling tricks.

The old man seemed to be able to predict everything accurately, but in reality, he was using vague language and employing the psychological technique of "cold reading."

It's not about accurate calculations, it's all about the wild imagination of the person having their fortune told.

The reason Bai Yejin fell for it so easily wasn't because she couldn't tell the difference, but because the old man kept steering the conversation toward Lin Yifeng, which made Bai Yejin worry.

Seeing that Bai Yejin wasn't taking the bait, the old man decided to try urging her with some more persuasive talk.

But before he could speak, Lin Yifeng began to question him.

"Does the fortune teller possess the art of acquiring wealth?"

The old man was slightly taken aback; he seemed not to have expected that the person who had come to him would be Lin Yifeng.

The old man was seen calculating some unknown incantation, then looked at Lin Yifeng in front of him and suddenly sighed.

"Yes, there is, but I have calculated your fate, sir."

"There is wealth to be made, but fate is bad."

"You're probably... sigh..."

The old man sighed again, causing Bai Yejin to tighten her grip on Lin Yifeng's hand.

This kind of ambiguous rhetoric is truly frightening.

It's like going to the hospital for a checkup, and the attending physician doesn't say a word, just keeps shaking his head and sighing. Anyone would panic in that situation.

But Lin Yifeng raised his eyebrows, his tone becoming more playful.

"If you have the skills to make money, why don't you use them to make money for yourself? What are you doing here setting up a stall in the dead of winter, shivering in the cold?"

Upon hearing this, the old man behind the stall was completely stunned.

He wasn't even given a chance to explain, and Lin Yifeng's next sentence caused him a sharp pain in his chest.

"Is it because you don't want to ask for it for yourself?"

The old man blushed instantly.

But Bai Yejin, seeing the "half-immortal" looking so embarrassed, and then looking at the old man who was sniffling because of the cold weather, suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud.

These words made many of the tourists around them laugh.

Lin Yifeng's words struck a nerve with the old man, who pointed at Lin Yifeng for a long time without being able to utter a single word.

Lin Yifeng was too lazy to argue with the old man and left the fortune-telling stall with Bai Yejin.

Bai Yejin, who had come to her senses on the way, was still muttering to herself.

"How could you be so mean?"

Why insult people for no reason?

"You'd better watch out, or someone might curse you!"