Seeing Daoist Ma no longer making a sound, Zhuang Haoyun extended his middle finger again, "Secondly, that ancestral tablet of your Maoshan has little to no benefit for my son. Last time I spent nearly six hundred thousand, and that was the conclusion I reached."
Daoist Ma knew that the ritual was five hundred thousand, but there were some additional fees, so saying nearly six hundred thousand was not an exaggeration.
He really wanted to ask why, if the ancestral tablet was of no use, did you insist on borrowing it?
However, thinking of the two muffled thunders he had heard earlier, he decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being.
Zhuang Haoyun extended his ring finger, "Third, my child's recovery will take some time, and I would like him to stay at Luohua Manor. So, borrowing your family's ancestral tablet for a few days to let Master Feng study it... If he is pleased, then we can easily discuss my son's issue."
