"What does 'Banished Battler' mean?" Jiangli leaned over, saw the message on the phone, and asked with some confusion.
Xia Xin didn't want Jiangli to understand all these things, "It's nothing, just some jealous types."
Jiangli gave an acknowledging hum, "You mean, sour grapes?"
Xia Xin forced a laugh, the old ancestor was quite clever.
He scrolled through the other messages, and there were a few people asking if they could tell fortunes.
They even said they were willing to pay for it.
After reading these few messages to Jiangli, Xia Xin asked, "Old ancestor, shall we give them a few predictions?"
Jiangli didn't mind, "Whatever you want."
"No, no, we can't."
Xia Xin suddenly shook his head upon hearing this, "We can't just give them predictions like that! This lacks the master's presence! Old ancestor, you are a true old ancestor, we need to keep our stature high, let them know how formidable you are!"
Jiangli clicked his tongue, "Then what's your plan?"