Arriving at Nan Xian's home, Qin Zhao handed him the cake.
"What is the job you introduced me to?"
As he ate the cake, Nan Xian asked her.
"To sing as a singer."
"Then why do I need to demonstrate my fortune-telling skills?"
Hearing this, Qin Zhao's expression turned a bit strange.
"I told them you are my mentor, but they didn't believe me."
Nan Xian nodded, "Okay then."
"Actually, you could be a master, help people with fortune-telling and Feng Shui, and make quite a bit of money. But since you don't have any connections now, probably no one would seek you out."
Additionally, Nan Xian wasn't good at socializing and couldn't bring himself to actively seek out clients.
"So I think it's better for you to be a celebrity, where you'll have an agent to arrange things for you. If singing doesn't work out, you could try other areas."
The body Nan Xian chose looked somewhat similar to his original appearance—elegant and refined, with an ethereal quality.
