Francisco circled Blue Star and soon returned to Xia Nation, climbing Allure Mountain.
It was already early summer, when Allure Mountain was at its most picturesque. Zhang Dongyuan warmly received the Visigoth guests as well.
When it came to dealing with people, Steward Zhang was far better than Feng Jun—at the very least, he did not have Feng Mountain Lord's arrogance of treating others as if they were nothing.
Francisco was even allowed into places that were not ordinarily open to outsiders. Zhang Dongyuan knew this man was wealthy; anyone who could casually spend two hundred million Mairui Dollars without batting an eye was someone whose relationship had to be maintained.
The facts proved that Francisco was no fool. Near the Spirit-Gathering Formation Plate, he asked, "Why is this door locked?"
"Ah, sir, you truly have an affinity with our Daoist Order." Zhang Dongyuan looked equally surprised. "What did you sense?"
"I sensed Luo Hua's aura," Francisco answered seriously. "So... is that why the door is locked?"
Zhang Dongyuan smiled and shook his head. "That is not Luo Hua's aura, but the aura of the Daoist Order. Unfortunately, it concerns the very foundation of the Daoist Order, so we cannot let you enter... Still, an innate Spirit Root is quite rare."
Francisco really could sense spiritual energy. When he had been on the brink of death, it was precisely that sensation that had brought him back to life. He asked excitedly, "Then will the new Daoist Temple have this kind of aura too?"
"If you believe, it exists. If you do not believe, it does not." Steward Zhang truly deserved his reputation as a seasoned con man. He answered with a smile, "Sincerity is very important. You should understand that."
"It really is... a miraculous feeling." Francisco had an intuition