Two pairs of eyes met.
What a crock of shit, these fortune tellers. Jiang Chen didn't believe in prophecies, much less in what this man said.
To make him a Divine, to become a Lord, to become Supreme.
It's all a trap, leading me step by step into a trap.
Jiang Chen even suspected that the person before him might be the Master of Destiny, the most mysterious existence on the Battlefield of the Gods.
The Fortune Teller shook his head and sighed, "Why won't young people believe?"
"I only believe in myself."
Jiang Chen turned and left, no longer lingering.
The old man watched Jiang Chen depart, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
「In the tavern...」
Jiang Chen searched for his master, but Lin Yangze was not there.
He then turned and left.
「Tattens Hills.」
This was the place where Jiang Chen once trained.
Jiang Chen stepped into the bar. Ba Jie stood at the counter. The bar was filled with many Heroes. Nowadays, Wanderers were considered Heroes too.
