Song Zhe time-travels, becoming a fortune teller—young and handsome. What? People doubt him because he looks too good compared to the older, scruffy fortune teller next door? Tch! Song Zhe tells you, he’s the type who could’ve relied on his looks but insists on relying on his talent instead. No. 1: "Uncle, well... your son isn’t suffering from dissociative identity disorder—he’s just possessed." Uncle: QAQ! Begging the master to save him! No. 2: "Buddy, if you want life to go smoothly, you need a bit of ‘green’ on your head." Buddy: Shocked! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ "Hand me my forty-meter sword! I’m gonna kill that damn neighbor Wang!" ... "Hm? Sir, your fate is exceptionally unique, almost like the legendary—" Mr. Xiao: [Deadpan] Charlatan, stay away from me. "—Sir, ever heard of the ‘Lone Star of Calamity’ destiny?" Mr. Xiao: [Cold laugh] Me, the Lone Star of Calamity? Ha! Later—*Slap slap slap*—the sound of face-smacking regret. So delicious.