Chapter 568: Master Meng Jiushan

Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter

The old man looked at Ye Mo and explained, “My health isn’t good, so Xiao Ku brought me to San Francisco for medical treatment and to visit old friends, just like you. But it’s alright, give me your hand.”

Ye Mo realized the old man knew he was ill. But Ye Mo couldn’t see anything but the death chi surrounding him; how did the old man know?

“Hmm?!” The old man was shocked.

Ye Mo immediately asked, “Is something wrong?”

The old man contemplated before saying, frowning, “Young friend, your palm is very strange. I can’t see your past or future. Hold on, your fate… it’s been changed! Yes— ”

He closed his eyes for a moment before continuing, “Powerful being… powerful being—if I’m not wrong, two years ago, your fate was altered. Your destined death was changed to something even I can’t discern.”

The old man released Ye Mo’s hand and saluted, “Young friend, I’ve proven useless. I can’t see your fate, but I have a question.”

Ye Mo, still shaken, thought this old man was the first to see his altered fate. His fortune-telling skill was terrifying; he could actually see one’s past and future.

“Qianbei, please ask,” Ye Mo replied respectfully. This was a truly capable old man.

“May I ask who changed your fate? I wish to meet this Qianbei.” The old man’s tone was careful and serious.

Ye Mo hadn’t expected this question. “It was a woman, and after changing my fate, she left. I haven’t found her.”

The old man looked disappointed. After a long while, he said despondently, “I, Meng Jiushan, am a frog in a well. I thought myself at the pinnacle of fortune-telling, yet I realize there’s always a higher mountain. Such power… I can’t comprehend it.”

The couple in front turned around. A middle-aged woman and a young girl. The woman looked worried, yet possessed a regal air.

“Are you Master Meng Jiushan?” the woman asked excitedly.

The old man nodded, “Yes, I am Meng Jiushan.” He’d always been confident, but today…

“Master Meng, I didn’t expect to meet you! This is disrespectful, but I beg you to read my fortune,” the woman pleaded. This was an incredible stroke of luck.

Meng Jiushan said, “Madam, knowing me, you know my rule: three readings a day. I cannot read your fortune today.”

“But you’ve only done one! I’ll pay double!” she insisted. She knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Her family was wealthy, but Meng Jiushan wasn’t someone money could buy.

Meng Jiushan’s face fell. He hadn’t asked Ye Mo for money, and Ye Mo hadn’t offered. This woman’s immediate mention of money displeased him. If he needed money, he could easily earn it.

Sensing his displeasure, the woman apologized, “Sorry, Master Meng, I spoke poorly. Forgive me.”

Meng Jiushan waved his hand, “Don’t worry, but I’ve done three readings today. Perhaps next time.” He fell silent.

The girl beside her said, “Mom, these fortune-tellers are liars. Dad and I have told you! Let’s go.”

“Xiao Yin, don’t say that! Master Meng is one of China’s three most famous masters!” the woman reproached.

Ye Mo saw the woman was also ill. Her eyes were tired, her breathing labored. He didn’t look closely; she was still a woman.

“Sir, may I switch seats to ask Master Meng a question?” the woman asked.

Ye Mo sighed. She was well-mannered; her persistence showed her worry.

Meng Jiushan shook his head.

Usually, Ye Mo would have switched, but he also had questions for Meng Jiushan. He felt the old man was extraordinary.

He needed to know why Meng Jiushan could see his altered fate. He didn’t want others casually seeing such things.

Ye Mo apologetically said, “I’m sorry, I can’t switch. However, I am a doctor, so—”

He paused. His pistol was gone.