Su Nian's voice was crystal clear. At her words, the man stroking his beard with a kindly smile instantly looked up.
However, when he saw that it was a fashionably dressed young woman, his expression soured.
"What the hell do you know, girl!"
He picked up a nearby folding fan and said languidly, "This is a traditional part of our Hua Country's culture. If you don't believe in it, then don't come here spouting nonsense!"
The man sitting across from him also scowled at Su Nian, clearly annoyed.
His tone was harsh, as if Su Nian had ruined his good fortune.
"What nonsense are you spouting, little girl? If you don't believe, don't come looking for trouble. This is a master! We all call him Chen Banxian! His readings are incredibly accurate!"
Su Nian shook her head and looked at the man.
"It's true you've had a string of bad luck recently," she said. "But if you ask me, all this misfortune is of your own making!"
