"I do," Master Zhang said with a nod. "But the grandmaster doesn't get involved in these affairs. He only provided some financial support for my master at the very beginning. Beyond that, there are some things the grandmaster finds inconvenient to handle himself, so my master has us do them."
Su Qing sneered. "What a sanctimonious Master Wen."
In Xiangcheng, Master Wen's name was quite famous, earning him the reverence of all. Whenever he was mentioned, no one had anything but praise.
'But who would have ever guessed? This Feng Shui Master, revered and praised by all, was secretly the financier for these life-ruining businesses. Who knows how many other harmful things he's done behind the scenes.'
Now that all the necessary questions had been answered, there was no reason to keep Master Zhang alive. With a mere thought from Su Qing, the eyes of Master Zhang—who was wrapped like a chrysalis in vines—bulged, and then all life left him.
