The fortune-teller's setup was incredibly simple—just a table with a bamboo tube filled with fortune sticks, and there wasn’t even a sign in sight. The lack of flair in his approach contrasted sharply with the bustling atmosphere of other stalls, resulting in a noticeably empty space around him.

Even as the three of them approached, the old man remained in a deep slumber, utterly oblivious to any potential customers.

Mo Nuan exchanged a bemused smile with Lu Chen; it was her first time encountering someone so aloof.

After waiting a moment, Lu Zitong’s patience wore thin. She knocked on the table and said, “Old man, if you want to sleep,...