Before there was even time to marvel at the scene, a thick mist suddenly rose upon the high platform in front, swirling like ethereal clouds. As the smoke dissipated, a tall, imposing middle-aged man appeared in the previously empty seat. Shrouded behind gauze curtains, his specific features were impossible to discern, yet the crowd knelt before him, clearly acknowledging him as the "Master."
One by one, the people stepped forward to voice their hardships. The Master responded with great generosity, not only providing material aid but offering free fortune-telling. Although Deng Youning could not see his face, his voice sounded remarkably familiar—like that of someone she had once loathed. When her turn came to present a wish to the Master, Deng Youning simply wrote a few words, placed them in a sachet, and handed it to him.
Soon, a maidservant approached to summon her forward. The other commoners looked on with intense envy; to be invited into the Master's presence was an supreme honor! Perhaps he would even impart immortal techniques to her or bestow upon her greater good fortune.
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