Elder Yu looked at Ren Zhixiang for quite a while before speaking slowly. His words were extremely slurred and difficult to make out.
Fortunately, there was a security guard beside him—who looked more like a personal secretary—who translated for him. "Young man, did you also have a stroke?"
In fact, Elder Yu's information included Ren Zhixiang's file. If he had not learned of Ren Zhixiang's recovery from someone else, Ren Zhixiang should still have been in Dragon City.
The security guards at the entrance had acted without mercy because they had not matched the file to the person.
"Yes, I had a stroke too," Ren Zhixiang said with a smile and a nod. In truth, he was still somewhat different from ordinary people. He lacked some of the vitality young people should have. After all, he had been tormented by the stroke for more than a year, and that sluggishness was hard to shake off quickly.
But he felt that he had recovered seventy or eighty percent already. "That's why I wanted to set up a rehabilitation center near the manor. It won't be for profit; it'll be to benefit fellow patients."
Elder Yu nodded slightly—slowly, like a stroke patient—and then muttered a few more indistinct words.
Someone immediately translated again. "Elder Yu says you're a rare one... You've taken a liking to the manor's feng shui too?"
"Feng shui?" Ren Zhixiang blinked, then nodded slightly with a smile. "More or less. Actually, Master Feng himself is feng shui. Wherever he goes, I'll follow."
What he relied on were Feng Jun's Body-Tempering Pills, but why would he tell outsiders about that? It was enough for him to know it himself.
Elder Yu would never publicly acknowledge the existence of supernatural powers, but he had already heard that he had been