An anonymous fortune teller stated that the fact that Bai Xiaosheng didn't come to him first suggests that Bai Xiaosheng may have forgotten about him.
This is a good thing, a very, very good thing.
After all, he had been harmed to such an extent by Bai Xiaosheng that he dared not even reveal his real name or wander around freely.
What I fear is that some heroic spirit from the Nine Provinces might be a victim of that list, seeking a fight with him.
Let's just forget about this. Even though he gained a boost to his Heroic Spirit quality because of it, whoever wants it can have it; he doesn't want it.
The fortune teller originally thought that his nightmare would not return anytime soon.
Unfortunately, he was still too naive.
Good morning, world.
Early in the morning, the fortune teller woke up from his sleep. He and his Heroic Spirit were the type to lie down relatively easily, so their daily routine was quite relaxed.
His mental state wasn't particularly good; as a heroic spirit, he had nightmares last night.
"This is really strange. It's not that I'm stuck in memories of the past, it's that I'm having a real nightmare."
I actually dreamt that the all-knowing scholar came to my doorstep and greeted me—it was terrifying!
He shook his head. The thought of the scene in his dream made him uncomfortable, so he decided to find something to distract himself.
Take out your phone; a wonderful day begins with surfing the Lingwang website.
"drop……"
Upon entering the website, he noticed a red dot on his personal email account. When he opened it, he saw that it had 99+ messages.
This shouldn't be the case; he doesn't have many friends or fans at all. This number is abnormal.
"Hmm? Something's not right. I suddenly have a bad feeling."
No way, no way, the one I thought I'd gotten rid of has come knocking on my door again?!
How can I maintain a peaceful life?
His hand holding the phone began to tremble as he nervously opened his personal profile.
"..."
He saw the message that "he" had posted an hour earlier.
"I am [Name], if you're a brother, come and chop me down."
Because the fortune teller himself is a highly popular heroic spirit in the Nine Provinces Realm, he is the kind of person who would greet both the dead and the survivors of the storyteller incident from time to time.
Therefore, this message with its own keywords was quickly discovered by the heroic spirits of the Nine Provinces.
Immediately afterwards, the popularity increased rapidly, reaching a level similar to that of the previous incident involving the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
Seeing this thing, his anxiety finally subsided.
The familiar style, the familiar tone—as expected, it must be exactly the same as the account theft incident involving the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion; he's been tricked by Bai Xiaosheng.
"Damn it, this is coming for me."
He held his phone, saying nothing, the lit screen illuminating his face.
A beautiful day ends with logging into the Spirit Network.
What else could he say? Yesterday he was laughing at the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, saying he was a hapless fellow who had been tricked by Bai Xiaosheng.
Today, I have become the victim.
"If you don't say it, you won't be able to laugh at others later, and you might become the laughing stock yourself someday."
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