Murim Is Cringe
Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He knows all and sees all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while for all the others who don't... impeding doom awaits. The seer's words are absolute. How might you recognize him you ask...? There have been rumors of this man clad in black whose eyes shine a clean crimson glare right through his hermit hat when provoked. He is also rumored to be carrying a Demonic Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young. P.S.: Yes, I am aware that the title might have turned out a bit inaccurate. Forgive this junior.
Unwanted Visitors
"Welcome home. I cooked for a change," greeted Ling Yue upon the seer's arrival back home.
"You can't cook," the seer made a snarky and cold remark.
"Well, I followed instructions," Ling Yue twiddled her fingers, slightly disheartened by the comment.
The seer sighed and went ahead to give it a taste.
"Hmm, edible."
"Edible?" she complained.
"I might not like you, but I like food very much. Don't question my judgment. In fact, I can tell you exactly what went wrong," the egoistic seer boasted of his expertise in cooking.
"What?"
"At some point following the instructions, you realized, 'Oh wait, the quantity is too little,' so you adjusted accordingly and messed that up."
Ling Yue marched off, pouting, not that there was any place to march off to in that teeny-tiny house of the seer's. She marched a few rounds, being grumpy.
"Haah, teach me," Ling Yue said, pulling on his shirt.
"Why should I?" the seer questioned.