Zhan Yun ignored the bodyguards' sarcastic comments; he simply looked at Chu Xu, "I am a Feng Shui Master, and finding your sister requires your cooperation."
"Feng Shui Master?" Chu Xu was stunned.
Immediately after, Chu Xu's face darkened, "I don't have time to play these deceptive tricks with you! Let me tell you, trying to amuse me at this time has no benefit for you."
"Exactly, I thought you had some clever method. Feng Shui Master? I might as well be a shaman priest!"
"This guy must be brain-damaged, so young and claiming to be a Feng Shui Master?"
"Villagers, please understand. In these rural areas, teenagers dare to call themselves Feng Shui Masters and play the witch to fool people."
The bodyguards looked at Zhan Yun with increasing disfavor, their mouths sparing no mercy.
Chu Xu was also very angry; he seemed to be on the verge of exploding.