Compete

The sky gradually darkened, and occasionally a cold wind blew.

This street was a pedestrian street without any motor vehicles passing...

The crowd was increasing.

The voice of the discussion was also full in this atmosphere.

"He looks too young; he must be a liar!" Someone frowned and said angrily.

Someone also barked after, "I was almost fooled by him, damn... so it was just acting."

"I think the fortune-telling masters around are reliable. This young man is deliberately promoting himself, right?" Someone had a serious guess.

These sounds were very noisy.

However, these voices could not have any influence on Ye Bei at all.

Since setting up the stall, Ye Bei didn't move half a step. His dark eyes had a deeper understanding. To him, the people around him seemed to be nonexistent.

He was too detached.

He just listened and watched quietly.