"Please extend your hand, Young Master."
The old man said with a smile.
Zhong Shenxiu extended his left hand, inwardly sneering.
If a woman had come for a reading, just with that request alone, she'd most likely have gotten smacked, and his stall would have been trashed.
The old man, however, seriously felt his bones, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, "What an impressive set of indestructible bones... I am adept at discerning energy, and when I saw the five-colored light above your head transforming into a dragon and tiger guarding you, I knew you were undoubtedly a true disciple of the Dao, specifically, of the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect, practiced in the Dragon and Tiger Daoist Skill, most authentic indeed."
"Hmm, the light seven feet above, with five strands of golden thread within, signifies one who has refined their Divine Skills, deserving indeed of the title... immensely powerful!"
"Who are you, exactly?"
