The black stretch limousine seemed unremarkable, but it was actually a globally limited edition luxury special supply.

Each of these cars is worth tens of millions, and getting one requires not just money, but also status.

Indeed,

the latter is relatively more important.

A young man in a tailored suit stepped out of the car, adjusted his tie, and looked forward.

"Young Master."

The middle-aged man dressed as a butler put down his phone, bowed, and replied:

"That Daoist Fang has come out. Should we go and greet him?"

"Greet what?" Zheng Liang sneered, a hint of disdain on his face:

"Greeting a Daoist emerging from nowhere? A broker who has deceived his way into high society?"

"Young Master." The butler frowned:

"Master said that this Daoist Fang is truly skilled, and we should treat him courteously, not neglect him.

"After all, he might be able to heal the young lady."

Zheng Liang’s expression slightly changed.

The education he received made him instinctively reject those mystical things, and his encounters with such people mostly turned out to be frauds. Even if they had real skills, they weren’t as magical as the legends say, thus he gradually despises them even more.

Indeed,

If it weren’t for the ineffective treatment abroad, he wouldn’t have wanted his mother to bring his sister back.

"Forget it!"

Shaking his head, he stepped forward:

"For my sister’s sake, a greeting won’t hurt."

While speaking, a Daoist strode forward.

Unlike the frail Daoists commonly seen, the arriving person had a burly physique, bright and sharp eyes, casually skewed wooden hairpin at the back of his head, waist-length hair cascading down, exuding an extraordinary aura of detachment.

Even Zheng Liang, who looked down on deceitful Daoists, couldn’t help but quietly praise, saying the person’s bearing was impressive.

Hmph!

Those masters, each exuding Daoist charm, aren’t they still frauds?

With thoughts swirling, his expression remained impassive, walking over to greet:

"Are you Daoist Fang from Celestial Master Dao?"

"Indeed, I am just a humble Daoist." Fang Zheng raised a hand, saluted:

"Trouble you, young brother, to lead the way."

Young brother?

Zheng Liang squinted, feeling displeased, but soon suppressed his anger and waved his hand:

"Please!"

Once in the car, the luxurious interior, the exquisite utensils didn’t alter Fang Zheng’s expression at all.

This made Zheng Liang once again look up to him slightly; regardless, this Daoist had excellent composure.

"Daoist Fang."

As the car slowly moved, Zheng Liang softly spoke:

"Qing Province is the territory of the Langya Wang Clan. Our Zheng Family considered certain situations and thus didn’t purchase a property here."

"We are heading to Master Ji’s villa now."

"Master Ji?" Fang Zheng asked:

"What method does this Daoist practice?"

"Heh..." Zheng Liang grinned, a trace of contempt appearing on his face:

"Ji Baosheng, Master Ji is a renowned Energy Cultivation Master, who allegedly triggered a South Sea tsunami with his power."

"He is quite an extraordinary high figure!"

Hmm?

Fang Zheng shook his head.

Even Master Jiuyuan, perfected as a real master, it would be challenging to cause a tsunami, let alone the people here.

Judging from Zheng Liang’s expression, it’s clear this person is probably a fraud.

"Of course."

Zheng Liang continued:

"I’ve never seen Master Ji causing tsunamis, but his networking skills are quite admirable, many political, business celebrities are regular guests at his home."

"He has a bed, many celebrities with declining fortunes, unable to conceive, would ask him to perform rituals and consecrate it."

"Those who can grace that bed are indeed notable individuals."

"Is that so?" Fang Zheng said:

"Do all these people believe?"

"In this world, there are always some muddled-headed folks." Zheng Liang picked up a wine bottle, wine glass, pouring wine, softly spoke:

"Master Ji has exceptional appearance, Daoist charm, not to mention his renowned matchmaking skills."

Fang Zheng understood.

This Master Ji is just an impostor!

An impostor introduces trades for others, earning commission, unlike a mediator, impostors focus more on interpersonal relationships, operating often in high society, there’s even talk of impostor techniques.

These individuals are top-notch persuaders, mostly disguised as Daoists, monks, masters.

Fang Zheng glanced at Zheng Liang.

How could he not discern the other’s thoughts, this young man probably regards him as a similar type.

Hum...

Fang Zheng chuckled silently, closed his eyes, and rested peacefully.

"Young Master."

After some time, the voice of the butler-cum-driver sounded:

"We have arrived."

Ji Mansion!

The golden grand gate, with red background and golden characters on the plaque inscribed ’Ji Mansion’ displaying extraordinary pomp.

The stone lions on both sides of the entrance posed fiercely, their lion eyes glaring forward, instinctively instilling fear in those arriving.

"This place used to be a pavilion of a Prince’s Mansion."

Zheng Liang spoke:

"Master Ji renovated after taking over, all the gold you see are real golden decorations."

Fang Zheng chuckled lightly:

"Luxurious!"

"Hmph!"

Zheng Liang snorted.

He disdained the gaudy behavior of such nouveau riche; true noble families, none of them are so ostentatious.

"Young Master Zheng!"

"Is this Daoist Fang?"

As they spoke, a bearded elder in his fifties emerged, surrounded by a group of people to welcome them.

The person reached out to shake hands, smiled:

"Ji has been awaiting you for quite a while!"

"Please!"

"Inside, please!"

Entering the mansion, after walking along stone steps, wooden corridors for a while, they arrived at the main hall, and its size didn’t fail the name ’mansion’.

Photos hung on both sides of the walls, all of Master Ji with others.

With a glance,

Many familiar faces could be seen on them.

Many top celebrities, politicians, businessmen are on them, evidently confirming Zheng Liang’s claim about Master Ji’s connections wide wasn’t false.

There were also a few photos resembling promotional ones.