"How does this person's skills compare to yours?" Nalan Shuo looked toward Xiang Fengchen; he needed to make a judgment about the current situation.
"Huuh—" Xiang Fengchen's body leaned back into the chair, and he exhaled slowly, "like the bright moon compared to a firefly."
"Is the difference that significant?" Chang Chuchu couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
"I always considered myself as having few rivals in Fengshui Technique, but this person is truly extraordinary. I have never seen a Feng Shui Master who is still alive after severing three of their own fingers; with this ability alone, even if he is not the greatest of this era, he is at least the leader of his lineage."
After a pause, Xiang Fengchen looked somewhat disheartened, "If it is this person who has set up the situation, then our troubles are indeed great. However..."
