"Though I die without regret!"
Fang Zheng remained silent.
He could hear the villagers praising Elder Jia; such a beloved figure relied not only on 'trickery' but on a true heart.
That sense of responsibility that remained unchanged for decades.
Elder Jia didn't rely on 'trickery' to make money, as evidenced by his impoverished courtyard, which was why Fang Zheng was willing to help.
The other party no longer sought an array, only an answer.
"The old gentleman has a benevolent heart, this poor Daoist is impressed."
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and slowly spoke:
"However..."
"You do not have the talent in this regard."
Even in the Otherworld, cultivators are few; whether there is a complete tradition in modern society is uncertain, naturally even fewer.
"Talent?"
Elder Jia's heart trembled greatly:
"What talent?"
