"Fozhou City's richest man?" Huang Xiaolong smiled faintly.
"Yes... yes... Master, Old Meng's daughter... has been frail and sickly since childhood, and no medical treatments have worked... suspecting she's possessed by some evil spirit, but I'm also at a loss... Master, with your mana reaching the heavens, could you... could you possibly..." Ming Kuan, the middle-aged man in traditional attire, stammered.
"Ha, I think your Taoist skills are quite decent. If there was some kind of mischievous spirit possession or curse, you should be able to handle it most of the time," Huang Xiaolong said with a laugh.
"Master, stop teasing me. How well I can manage, I know very well... In front of you, how dare I talk about my Taoist skills..." Ming Kuan said with an embarrassed smile.
Huang Xiaolong already had a favorable impression of Ming Kuan, and now, hearing that it was a strange case of ghostly possession, his interest was slightly piqued.
