The Mengdi Zhuang Family? The moment Feng Jun heard that, he understood.
A Zhuang from Mengdi—who else could it be?
Still, he doubted whether such an ancient inheritance could have survived to the present day.
In any case, this stone had come from a grave. The resentment clinging to it could not have appeared out of thin air.
So he stopped pursuing its origins. "Bring over all the similar stones your family has. And bring your son along too... I'll take a look."
The moment the woman heard mention of her son, her attitude changed completely. "Master, you can cure him, right?"
Though she had spoken rashly before, that was because it involved her son. She knew perfectly well that, despite his youth, this master was far more capable than all the rural quacks they had sought out before.
"I can't guarantee that," Feng Jun said expressionlessly. "To be honest, if your family brings enough stones, I can make a move. If I fail to cure him, the stones will not be returned. If I cure him... we can discuss the fee afterward."
Some might have felt those terms were excessive. Feng Jun did not. To be frank, without these stones, he had no interest in treating the patient at all.
The man froze for a moment and looked at him strangely. "You knew my son wasn't in the car?"
Feng Jun gave a cold laugh. "I also know your driver's surname is Ge."
As soon as he said that, the woman got into the car to make a call without another word, leaving the man behind to talk with Feng Jun.
The man was named Zhuang Haoyun. He truly was a descendant of Zhuang Xian, with a genealogy to prove it.
However, Xia Nation had undergone several large-scale population