"Little Immortal?!"
Old Li thought he was seeing things, rubbed his eyes, and realized it was really him. Excitedly, he rushed forward, grabbed Jiang Yuan's hand, and stammered, "Little Immortal, that Zheng Lang is a big fraud! He promised to teach me the Divine Skill, but he, he ran away!"
Ran away?
Before Jiang Yuan could ask, a vision suddenly appeared in his mind—a village soldier rode swiftly on a quiet, deserted road at night. Suddenly, the horse was startled and threw him off, trampled him alive to death with its hooves!
"Forget about the Divine Skill for now. You lack the talent and opportunity for cultivation, even if you learn it, it would harm your Yin Virtue and even reduce your lifespan." Jiang Yuan didn't want to waste words but since his passive prophetic vision skill activated, persuading him could save a life and accumulate virtue.
