At the guest room door, I heard a voice from inside, a man about forty years old, saying, "It’s all my fault for being blind and offending Celestial Master Wuyue, mistakenly taking you for a con artist. If I had believed you earlier, my son wouldn’t have ended up permanently disabled."
"Whether you believe or not is of no consequence. Life or death has nothing to do with ," the man’s nonchalant voice sounded, accompanied by a clear chuckle.
I was utterly surprised at the door; wasn’t that man supposed to be taking a nap?
He wakes up easily and hates being disturbed during his sleep the most.
It’s unprecedented that he allowed the Wonton stall owner to co see him at this hour.
The Wonton stall owner was speechless, silent for a while, then awkwardly asked, "Then what do you care about?"
"Whether I can be self-sufficient in front of my wife." As the man’s words fell, the sound of fingers tapping on wood echoed, each tap continuous, quite oppressive, "Teaching you to adjust the Feng Shui layout is a palliative asure, unable to shake your destiny."
From the mont he said he wanted to be self-sufficient, I knew he ca to fleece people with his deceitful talents.
"Then what should I do? Please tell , Master Wuyue," the boss pleaded bitterly.
The man’s desk tapping grew slow, "Unless you undergo surgery to... change into another appearance."
"Then how should I undergo surgery?" The boss continued to ask.
The man said: "Ah~ That would be another price."
"My family is so poor, if the price is too high, I might not afford it," the boss said, embarrassed.
Inside, my entire perception of this man was overturned.
Even if he gradually fused with a part of Yu Longting’s mory, he’s adapted to the modern world so seamlessly.
Combining Feng Shui with modern Feng Shui and even knowing about costic surgery altering fate.
Is he still himself, or has he... beco another Yu Longting??
Put it this way, based on Yu Longting’s character.
He absolutely wouldn’t make it difficult for this boss; rather, he would suddenly offer more beneficial conditions that the boss could achieve.
Because Yu Longting isn’t soone who would waste words with ordinary people easily; whatever he says must have a purpose.
The man fell silent for a mont, then softly said, "If you can introduce custors to , allowing to earn sufficient profit, I’ll offer you a discount."
"No problem, no problem, I’ve lived here for more than thirty years. Although I’m poor, I know quite a few... wealthy people with worries, I can introduce them to you anyti," the boss beca exhilarated.
The man indifferently said, "Get out."
"..." The boss was speechless.
Once again, intentionally ending the conversation.
As the Wonton stall owner was just opening the door a crack, where the man couldn’t see from that angle, he suddenly spoke, "Su Wan, if you’re back, why not co in?"
"I was afraid of disturbing you. Aren’t you discussing things with people?" I feigned ignorance of the Wonton stall owner but kindly slipped him a Peace pouch, smiling brightly as I walked into the room, "My King, aren’t you taking a nap today?"
"There’s sothing more important than a nap." He lowered his eyes, his entire deanor shifted from domineering arrogance to a peculiar low pressure, "Why... still call King, and not... by the new na you gave ?"
"Wuyue." I imdiately called out his new na without a mont’s hesitation.
Just to cater to him, to better please him.
The man slowly lifted his head, putting away the gloomy aura, his Snake Tail extending to wrap to his side, "I don’t want to stay here anymore; will you co with to a place called Spring Wind Town?"
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