Duan Siyuan's head remained bowed, still unable to clear his mind from the shock. In a daze, he felt something approaching. Raising his head, he saw a stranger he had never met before, and panic and confusion instantly arose.
"Who… who are you?"
The old Taoist was not in a hurry and said slowly, "This humble Taoist once had a brief acquaintance with Young Master Duan's wife."
With this short remark, amid his flustered state, it felt as though it touched on something deep in his memories. Duan Siyuan paused.
Indeed, he had heard of this person before.
It was back when his wife had gone into the county town; she seemed to have mentioned seeking out a Taoist for a divination. At the time, it seemed trivial, so Duan Siyuan hadn't paid much attention.
But now, why had this Taoist come knocking on his door?
