"This…" Hearing what Li Dongsheng said, Zhang Xiong was clearly hesitant.
His headache problem had been getting more severe recently, and Zhang Xiong was genuinely worried that if it continued like this, one day he wouldn't be able to bear it and would leave this world.
He thought about discussing it with Lin Yibai again, to propose better conditions to have her relocate the grave.
"If I had even a one percent chance of believing that you really knew Feng Shui Technique before, now, not even one percent chance is left," Chen Wei interjected.
"It's clearly an illness, yet you brazenly attribute it to Feng Shui Taoism. If something really happens, can you shoulder the responsibility?"
"Young man, what do you mean by that?" Zhang Xiong pressed.
"Your headache has nothing to do with Feng Shui; it's a brain disease," Chen Wei said.
"But I have been to many major hospitals for examinations, and they all said there was nothing wrong inside my head," Zhang Xiong explained.
