When Mr. Hao learned that Brother Hu had survived falling into the sea, he asked a few more questions about it.
Brother Hu told him everything An Ning had done. Mr. Hao, his leg in a cast, grew thoughtful. 'Could she really have some genuine skills?'
However, Mr. Hao had his own Feng Shui Master, so he wasn't in a hurry to find An Ning. Still, he had his men keep an eye on the two women.
At the same time, Mr. Hao went to see the Feng Shui Master he was acquainted with.
"Mr. Hao, this way, please. The master is inside."
"Thank you."
The ever-polite Mr. Hao followed a young man in a white training uniform into a room made of bamboo.
"Master, Mr. Hao is here."
"Mm."
The simple grunt was enough to make Mr. Hao bow respectfully. "Mr. Qingzhu, please forgive my sudden visit."
"It is of no concern. Come in."
Mr. Hao pushed the door open and entered. The room was filled with the scent of fresh bamboo. Seated within was an old man with the air of a sagely immortal.
