The situation has co to this point, truly a case of coming joyfully and returning disappointed.
And the way Ninth Master compared "Geomancy" to Chinese dicine finally struck a nerve in Zhao Guo'an's heart like a spark of dissatisfaction.
To Zhao Guo'an, the four diagnostic thods of Chinese dicine are used to save lives, while Ninth Master digs graves and excavates tombs. One is to accumulate virtue and do good, and the other is to harm one's inner virtue. Comparing them is a huge insult to Chinese dicine.
But Ninth Master believes that Geomancy and tomb raiding are two different things. Geomancy rely uses techniques to locate burial chambers and doesn't actually dig graves, so shouldn't be overly criticized.
The two argued fiercely, and in the end, neither was willing to concede, turning what was a relatively friendly relationship to one of absolute coldness.
Xiao Feng ignored their dispute as if it was none of his business, maintaining an expression of cool detachnt.
However, when the three returned to the courtyard, they saw from afar a luxurious car parked outside, the glass shining under the streetlight was clearly bulletproof glass.
Such glass is not sothing that ordinary people need.
"Old Xiao, I dare wager that the person in this car is here for you," Zhao Guo'an said confidently.
Xiao Feng smiled, "When soldiers co, I will fend them off; when water cos, I will earth it off. After dealing with so many troubles, it's all the sa. If they're not afraid of dying, let them co."
After saying this, he took steps forward.
Just as Xiao Feng and the others were about to enter the courtyard, they heard a "click" sound, and the front passenger door opened. Out stepped a small-frad man.
This man had a sharp chin and monkey-like cheeks, his eyes darting around constantly. If a person's appearance reflects their inner nature, then this person is certainly not good.
A mont later, the small-frad man opened his mouth and said, "You must be Mr. Xiao Feng? Let introduce myself, my na is Zhang Lang, but you can call by my nickna, Cockroach."
Xiao Feng snorted with laughter, "I don't care what you're called, just say what you have to say!"
Zhang Lang frowned, dissatisfied, "eting for the first ti and you're already so fiery, seems like Mr. Xiao is not in a good mood, haha..."
The laughter abruptly stopped because Zhang Lang saw Xiao Feng actually turn away with his companions and walked into the courtyard, showing no interest in dialogue at all.
"Bang!"
Seeing the tightly closed door, Zhang Lang was stunned, feeling utterly baffled by the unconventional treatnt.
At this mont, the rear car window rolled down, revealing a woman's face, "Cockroach, what's going on?"
Zhang Lang quickly ran over, lowering his eyes respectfully, "Madam, that Mr. Xiao didn't seem in a good mood. I've only said less than three sentences to him and he shut the door right away."
"Oh?" The woman replied with interest, "Seems like I'll have to step out personally?"
Zhang Lang was suddenly fearful, "Madam, give another chance. This ti I'll definitely make him co out to welco you."
"No need." The woman said softly, "I didn't co to cause trouble this ti, better that I visit personally."
"Understood." Zhang Lang responded, opening the passenger door to retrieve a modestly sized red carpet, laying it on the ground, then opening the car door for the woman.
He knew his lady's temper well, and in a situation where she had already made her stance clear, going against her would be like courting death.
The woman's feet landed on the red carpet as she got out of the car, her movents graceful and elegant, showcasing an aura known as nobility.
Despite dressing in wealthy attire, she didn't give off an impression of flaunting wealth, rather she seed understated.
"Ring the bell." The woman stood at the foot of the stairs, signaling Zhang Lang to knock on the door.
Zhang Lang obliged, rembering clearly that he hadn't heard the sound of the door locking, so he took two steps up the stairs and lightly pushed, opening the two doors.
"Madam, after you!"
Zhang Lang bowed, making a gesture of invitation, and disregarding his appearance, his posture was impeccable.
The woman didn't move because she saw that in the middle of the courtyard, Xiao Feng sat in a Master's Chair, smiling at her.
The two, one inside the courtyard and one outside the door, looked at each other without saying a word.
It was Zhang Lang in the middle who felt awkward.
It was awkward to move forward or retreat, so he remained in a half-bowing position, acting like a decorative figure you would find at a restaurant entrance.
During this ti, Xiao Feng and the woman continued to observe each other.
On the surface, the woman's age appeared to be around forty, but her well-maintained appearance could easily convince others she was thirty.
Furthermore, looking at her attire, the vehicle she arrived in, and the act of laying a red carpet for her exit, it was clear she was far more than just soone wealthy—her identity was undoubtedly extraordinary.
This sparked Xiao Feng's curiosity about who she was and why she was seeking him.
After a long ti, Zhang Lang couldn't hold back and tried standing up straight to walk into the courtyard.
However, at the mont he took a step, Xiao Feng, sitting in the Master's Chair, coldly said, "Did I allow you to co in? Get out!"
Zhang Lang, with one foot inside the threshold, suddenly emitted a burst of murderous intent, his small eyes fixed fiercely on Xiao Feng like a venomous snake.
If he were alone, he would've chosen to act imdiately, but the true boss was the woman behind him, so he couldn't overstep.
"Madam?"
Zhang Lang maintained his position with one foot inside, turning his head in a questioning tone.
The woman's expression remained unchanged, lightly saying, "To put it bluntly, when you hit a dog you must consider the owner; rather than saying he's insulting you, it's more of an insult to ."
"What!"
Zhang Lang turned sharply to look at Xiao Feng in disbelief, "Do you know who my lady is..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Feng interrupted impatiently, "No, and I don't wish to know either."
"My lady is..."
"Even if she's the king of heaven, so what? I don't need to plead for her favor."
Being repeatedly contradicted, Zhang Lang was truly about to explode with anger. It was the first ti he'd encountered soone like this, who had to counter with every single sentence.
Little did he know, Zhang Lang and the woman were truly unfortunate to co when Xiao Feng was irritated, as normally Xiao Feng was more approachable.
"I gave you an opportunity earlier to speak and you didn't take it. Now, even if you want to, I won't listen," Xiao Feng tapped lightly on the armrest, "I'm counting to three, and you disappear from my sight."
The tone was very calm, and Xiao Feng didn't specify consequences, like he was simply making an announcent.
Yet, it stirred imagination—what would Xiao Feng do if Zhang Lang refused to leave?
"What if I don't leave?" Zhang Lang retorted, his words carrying a chilling edge.
As soon as he finished, Xiao Feng suddenly said, "Ti's up!"
After speaking, he rose from the Master's Chair and without another word, launched an attack on Zhang Lang.
Zhang Lang was dumbfounded, questioning how ti ran out so soon?
He clearly hadn't even started counting, right?
But facing the charging Xiao Feng, he fired up internally, thinking, if you want to die, don't bla for it!
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