"What? He's a Feng Shui Master? For real? Isn't he a little too young? Old Cheng, are you sure you weren't scammed?" Wang Qing looked skeptical.
Even though the tea room was well soundproofed, Cheng Yunlong was still startled. He quickly made a hushing gesture.
"Old Wang, watch your mouth! I saw Master Zhao's abilities with my own two eyes! You know He Chengwei, right? A while back, he came down with that strange illness, didn't he? A bunch of doctors tried to help, but they were all helpless. But guess what? Master Zhao went over, said the problem was with his family's feng shui, and right then and there, he flourished his brush and drew a Talisman!"
