Yun Lintian's divine sense swept through the streets, but Nian Shi's presence had already vanished like mist in sunlight. He frowned slightly but didn't dwell on it. After all, he hadn't concealed his arrival in this timeline precisely to draw out the God of Time.
"Let's go," he said to Yue Zhihe and the others, continuing his stroll through the bustling night market.
At a dimly lit street corner, an old fortune teller sat behind a rickety wooden table. His milky eyes tracked Yun Lintian as he passed.
"The man who walks against fate's current," the old man suddenly croaked.
Yun Lintian stopped.
Qingqing tilted her head. "Big Brother Yun, this grandpa can see you?"
Linlin sniffed the air. "He's just a mortal."
Curious, Yun Lintian approached. The fortune teller's wrinkled face split into a toothless grin. "One gold coin for your fortune, young master."
Yun Lintian tossed a coin onto the table and sat. "Speak."
