Chen Youguang was listening as Zhong Jiuguan introduced Master Mifang's identity and abilities.
He pretended to rub his temples, his brows tightly furrowed, as though he had truly been afflicted by evil.
Zhong Ling, meanwhile, listened attentively from the side.
He had come this time merely as evidence, to prove Master Mifang's ability to dispel evil.
After all, he had nearly died from evil possession before. Everyone in Ningzhou's upper circles knew about it.
Now that he was healthy, he was the greatest proof of Master Mifang's abilities.
"I wonder whether the Marshal had heard of my son's previous condition. Back then, I searched everywhere, relying on every connection I had in an attempt to save him. In the end, I finally found Master Mifang."
As Chen Youguang listened intently, his back was turned toward the door, and he did not see Wei He slowly walk up behind him and stop.
"Hm?" Chen Youguang seemed to sense the shadow. He turned around with a frown, saw Wei He's two-meter-tall frame, and opened his mouth to speak.
Smack.
Wei He placed one hand on his shoulder.
An irresistible force suddenly surged through his entire body.
Chen Youguang's whole body tensed. Sitting on the sofa, he appeared not to have moved, but a stormy sea had already risen in his heart.
The force transmitted from the hand on his shoulder was like crashing waves, instantly spreading through every corner of his body.
His heart, his breathing, his brain—every vital system in his body seemed to have been gripped by a giant hand, liable to be gently crushed at any moment.
"Long time no see, Marshal. Are these your guests?" Wei He asked with a smile, his tone friendly and mild.
Chen Youguang's eyes flickered as thoughts shifted rapidly through his mind.
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