Two little magic tricks.
One was using the Black Turtle Water Control True Spirit Secret to condense water from thin air; the other was the daoist's basic Curse Spell, the Fire Control Incantation.
In the Great Jing Dynasty, any cultivator would know what was going on, especially since Lu Zheng had not concealed the fluctuations of his magical power at all while performing the tricks.
However...
Other than Lin Wan, no one present could sense those fluctuations of magical power...
Lu Zheng: () "So, Mister Wu, please." Lu Zheng extended a hand in invitation, meaning that it was his turn now.
Wu Junyi's expression changed from green to red. His eyes darted about, but no matter how he looked, he could not figure out the secret behind Lu Zheng's magic trick.
The faint smile on Lu Zheng's face faded into an expressionless indifference. Looking at Wu Junyi, he said coolly, "If Mister Wu can't solve it, shouldn't you apologize and leave? Our time is tight. We don't have time to do questions with you."
Wu Junyi's cheeks twitched. He took several deep breaths before forcing down the rage that was about to erupt, because the people around him were all magicians from the same circle. If he lost his temper, it would only further display his impotent fury.
"I'm sorry!"
Wu Junyi could only apologize in a low voice.
"Mm."
Lu Zheng nodded and waved his hand.
With the matter settled, Lu Zheng did not spare him another expression or word, completely ignoring him as he turned instead to Deng Paopao and his wife.
"Mister Deng, Miss Sun, what a coincidence. We meet again," Lu Zheng said with a smile.
"Hello, Mister Lu! Hello, Miss Lin!"
Only then did Deng Paopao and Sun Niangniang step forward, approaching Lu Zheng and