Qi Ziyuan was shocked, and with a face full of mockery, he pointed at the distant water channel, "Zhan Yun, are you telling me that water over there is affecting the Han Family's ancestral grave?"
"Exactly!" Zhan Yun looked very confident.
Qi Ziyuan laughed, "Idiot, although you recite the formulas fluently, you have no idea how to use them. Didn't your master tell you that a road can separate like a mountain?"
"I don't have a master." Zhan Yun's face was expressionless.
Qi Ziyuan snorted, "Then let me teach you! That water channel is separated from this cemetery by a road and two paths, it has long since lost any relevance! Moreover, it's just a small water channel, how could it possibly relate to the cemetery's feng shui."
Having said this, Qi Ziyuan raised his head in pride. This kind of knowledge was common sense among feng shui masters, and he wanted to see how Zhan Yun would argue his way out of this.
