The voice behind him was deep, and when Jason turned his head, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in gray Taoist robes standing there, smiling at him.
The man's build wasn't particularly robust, and the wide Taoist robe further concealed his figure, making it hard to tell whether he was muscular or not. But his face was square, and combined with his five wispy beards, he appeared somewhat otherworldly. He held a long bamboo pole banner in his hand.
It read—
Ingenious Predictions.
Above the text was a Taiji symbol.
Below, the symbols of the I Ching ☰, ☵, ☶, ☳, ☴, ☲, ☷, ☱ were depicted.
As Jason scrutinized the banner, the middle-aged Taoist came over with a smile on his face.
"Meeting by chance is fate, let me gift you a divination.
Your features stand out prominently, your gaze is obscure, and with a red cloud passing over your forehead, it seems disaster is looming!"
Thus spoke the middle-aged Taoist.
