"I'm telling you, it won't work! You can't read my fate."
Saying this, the old man rummaged through his clothes and took something out in his hand.
Chen Yan looked earnestly and couldn't help but grin.
Unexpectedly... it was a... Mahjong tile!
This yellowish Mahjong tile was a Red Dragon tile!
The middle of the tile was pierced, threaded with a string, and worn around the old man's neck.
The old man looked a bit proud and smiled, "Your grandmother gave this to me back in the days. When she wanted to read my fate, I refused. She said she feared that one day her curiosity might get the best of her and she might sneak a look at my fate, so she made this for me as a gift.
She said that as long as I wear this thing, no one, no matter what strange skill they use, could see my fate clearly—and not even she could see it."
