Meng Po is naturally a curious person. She perked up, "How do you calculate it?"
Meng Po curiously sat behind the fortune teller.
"Can I take a look at the young man's palm?"
Meng Po indifferently extended her palm, thinking what insights could a street sorcerer possibly have?
The fortune teller took just one glance and fell off his chair in fright, "Master, I don't dare, I've offended the Great God."
Meng Po was surprised, could such a little figure really discover something? She couldn't believe it.
"I'm a Great God? How did you figure that out?"
The fortune teller, who only had one leg, crawled to kneel down and kowtowed to Meng Po, mumbling "I've offended the Great God, please forgive me."
Meng Po asked him to rise to no avail; she had no choice but to leave, realizing she probably wouldn't get any answers.
Her interest in shopping gone, she wanted to return and tell Qi Wen about this incident.
