The moon was already out. Even without opening the Heavenly Eye, I could see every house in the village.
At that moment, I pointed at my family's two-story little white house.
The outside was completely covered in white tiles, and it stood on high ground.
So even at night, it was very conspicuous.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuchen let out an "Oh."
"Brother Jiang, your family built a pretty nice house! A two-story little white house."
I smiled but said nothing.
However, Mao Jing beside me clearly showed a trace of gravity, though he did not say anything.
Seeing Mao Jing's expression suddenly grow more solemn, I knew something was wrong.
Without hesitation, I directly asked:
"What is it, Mao Jing? Is there a problem with our village?"
Mao Jing shook his head.
"There's nothing wrong with the village. Judging from the positions of the stars, the Dipper reflects Ziwei—it's a place of great fortune.
"The terrain here sits against the mountains and watches the moon, overlooking the Yangtze River.
"And the entire Yangtze River forms a great dragon, winding around all of Bountiful City, even this village.
"A dragon coiled around the waist—the Feng Shui here can be called excellent.
"Your home is also on the highest ground in the entire village, and its position is the most central.
"There's certainly nothing to criticize about its Feng Shui.
"But there's something I don't quite understand.
"Who designed this house for you?
"Haven't you noticed that your house, Jiang Ning, looks a little like a head?"
Mao Jing and I were brothers who had faced life and death together. I knew his character very well.
Either he said nothing, or if he spoke, it meant he had definitely noticed something.
I was slightly stunned. He was not the only one who