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.
"Brother, this is wonderful. You look like a beggar, but you write like a scholar. The writing, the flow, it's perfect. Please, allow me to have this excellent work of yours published. You must!" the seer said, faking humbleness and elegance. Internally, however, he could not stop laughing.
"Well, hah, I was planning to get it published. I was just waiting on your approval," replied the fanboy in his low and shy-esque tone.
"Here, take this card. I have friends here who will help you greatly with the process," the seer said, handing Fangluan a card that had a black mamba drawn on it and an address.
"Ehem, I will..."
"Still, my original question remains, do I know you?"
"Well, yes, actually. We traveled together for a while..."
"Ah, I remember you. What brings you to this place?"
"Oh, well, it's my niece who is getting engaged today, see..."