In truth, he had already asked Second Master for advice, but neither Second Master and his wife nor Buddha and his wife offered a suitable example for him to follow. With no other choice, he could only resort to this method, even though in his heart he was terrified of being chased away.
Yet over all these years, although no one said it to his face, who in private didn't call him a smelly fortune-teller? It was only because Buddha and the others did not look down upon him, and with the backing of Nine Gates, that he didn't care much about losing face—at least no one had ever dared to taunt him to his face.
The person before him was someone he had fallen for at first glance, and he did not want to miss any chance to see her now.
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