Jiang Ning and his companions hadn't taken a few steps when the sound of an engine suddenly came from behind.
A black Audi pulled up in front of Uncle Tang's house, and as the car door opened, a young woman got out first, followed by a middle-aged man with a beard.
He was dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, exuding an aura of immortality.
"Oh, oh, Master Meng, you're here!" Uncle Tang clutched his old waist and greeted him respectfully.
Master Meng had a grand demeanor. He lifted his eyelids slightly and said, "You must be the elderly gentleman plagued by illness, right?"
Grandpa Shennong nodded quickly and led him towards his house.
Mr. Qian was at the door eating sunflower seeds and introduced, "That's Master Meng, very famous around here. Not only can he tell fortunes, but he can also heal illnesses."
Chen Siyu was curious, "Really, is he that amazing?"
