Celestial Master Zhang, Why Did My Grandson Vomit Blood and Faint?
Editor: Henyee Translations
In the study, Old Master Qi thought of Zhenbai's current condition, and his face was incomparably solemn and unsightly. When he sat down, his face didn't change much, and he motioned to Celestial Master Zhang. "Have a seat!"
Speaking of which, even his grandson, Haozi, could tell that moving the ancestral grave was fishy, to say nothing of an old man like him, who had seen more of the world.
Now, the more he thought about it, the stranger it sounded. It was most likely a trap that his fourth son had set for Zhenbai. However, his fourth son didn't know feng shui at all and didn't have the brains.
This setup was meticulous enough that even Zhenbai had fallen into the trap. There was probably an expert guiding his fourth son. At the thought that his youngest son was so useless as to one day collude with outsiders to harm his own nephew, Old Master Qi couldn't stop the rising anger and speculation in his heart.