Wen Yan walked Old Zhao out from the front yard, smiling as he watched him leave.
Old Zhao kept looking back every few steps, dragging his feet, looking utterly aggrieved—he truly regretted it now.
Having such a powerful person living in front of them, with such strong Yang energy—even just what leaked out was enough to boost the feng shui, not block it. If only he'd known, he never would have come.
And now he even had to help investigate. After all, whoever showed up with this powerhouse and wasn't discovered by him must also be no pushover.
With his luck, he'd be jumping from the tiger's den straight into a pack of wolves.
"Honestly, it's fine if you don't want to go. If you want to run, just run. I promise I won't stop you." Wen Yan's voice floated over lightly from behind.
Old Zhao looked even more miserable. Where could he possibly flee to? It's not easy to find a place suitable for him to live.
