Amidst the Vast Starry Sky, in a place no one seemed to notice, there were two people standing side by side.
"Fortune-teller, what do you think?" A male with a complexion as pale as a dead man asked his companion beside him.
The one called 'Fortune-teller' was a middle-aged man with an extremely shabby appearance.
The two stood together, appearing quite odd no matter how you looked at them.
At this moment, the 'Fortune-teller' wore a bitter expression: "How do you see it? See a fart! This kid is the chosen one, and even if I was unwilling, I have to pinch my nose and come out this time."
"I wasn't asking you about that." The pale-faced man spoke: "I just asked you what you think of this kid's martial strength, exactly how good is it?"
