Wen Cai nodded in agreement after hearing Uncle Nine's words.
However, as soon as he spoke, Ren Tingting's smile disappeared.
She instantly felt a strong sense of disgust toward this greasy bowl-cut youth.
"Uncle Nine, what would you all like to drink?"
At that moment, Ren Fa spoke up.
The waiter also handed over the menu, but when Uncle Nine saw that everything was in English, his head instantly started to ache.
"One Italian latte for each of us, please."
To save face for his master, Ling Xiao smiled and answered directly.
Uncle Nine gave Ling Xiao an approving glance.
It was only then that Ren Tingting noticed Ling Xiao sitting across from her—a young man about the same age as herself.
Ling Xiao's clean and sunny appearance was definitely considered handsome, and his calm, ethereal demeanor made him stand out even more.
Especially when compared to the awkward-looking Wen Cai beside him—Ling Xiao's charm was off the charts.
Even Ren Tingting, who considered herself worldly and sophisticated, found herself momentarily stunned.
"Huh? So you're the Little Taoist Master Ling Xiao? I didn't expect you to know so much about coffee! Then I'll have a latte too. Tingting, what about you?"
Master Ren, truthfully, didn't have much faith in Taoists like Uncle Nine. But he also knew better than to offend people from such circles—better safe than sorry.
Originally, he had come just to watch them make fools of themselves. But after hearing Ling Xiao's confident answer, he was caught off guard.
Because even he had no idea what an Italian latte was.
"Oh… I'll just have a coffee then!"
Ren Tingting finally came back to her senses, blushing slightly as she replied.
"By the way, Uncle Nine, when do you think would be the best time to proceed with my father's exhumation and reburial?"
Master Ren suddenly remembered the real reason they had met.
"This is not something to be done hastily. Master Ren, I hope you've thought this through."
Uncle Nine's tone turned serious.
"Uncle Nine, believe me, I don't want to do it either. But when my father was buried twenty years ago, the Feng Shui master said we had to move the grave after twenty years. Supposedly, it's good for The Ren Family's fortune."
Master Ren sighed helplessly.
"You can't trust what those so-called Feng Shui masters say. Most of them are scammers!"
But just then, Wen Cai suddenly butted in.
Ling Xiao instantly went speechless.
Aren't they technically Feng Shui masters themselves?
Saying that was basically shooting himself—and them—in the foot.
Uncle Nine's expression darkened.
"You can't trust Feng Shui masters, but you trust yourselves?"
Ren Tingting immediately retorted, and Ren Fa didn't stop her—clearly, he wasn't too convinced by Uncle Nine's group either.
"Of course! I—"
Wen Cai tried to argue back.
"Shut up."
Ling Xiao said calmly.
The moment he spoke, the temperature on the entire second floor seemed to drop.
Wen Cai's entire body trembled; he was so scared he nearly peed himself.
Master Ren and Ren Tingting's expressions also changed.
"When grown-ups are talking, kids should stay quiet."
Master Ren quickly scolded his daughter. In all his years in business, he had never felt this kind of oppressive aura from another person.
At that moment, he realized that Uncle Nine's group, though low-key, were definitely people of real ability.
"My benefactor?!"
Just then, an excited voice came from the stairwell.
All the guests on the second floor turned to look curiously.
A richly dressed middle-aged man in his fifties was walking toward them excitedly.
Beside him was a young girl whose beauty rivaled even that of Ren Tingting.
And it was worth noting—Liu Yingying wasn't even wearing makeup. If Ren Tingting took hers off, she might not even compare.
However, when Ren Fa saw the man, his face immediately changed.
"Master Liu!? Why is he here?"
The middle-aged man was none other than the well-known businessman Master Liu. If Ren Fa could be considered the richest man in Renjia Town, then Master Liu was the wealthiest man across more than a dozen towns—including Renjia Town.
Ling Xiao was also surprised when he saw him—this was the same man he had saved last night in Lotus Village.
"Master Liu, it's been a long time. I'm Ren Fa—do you still remember me?"
Master Ren quickly stood up to greet him.
"Excuse me, let me through."
But Master Liu didn't even acknowledge Ren Fa and walked directly over to Uncle Nine's group.
"My benefactor! I finally found you! I left in a rush last night and didn't have time to properly thank you. Today, I brought my daughter Yingying here to express our gratitude.
And Uncle Nine—if not for your talented disciple, my daughter would've died at the hands of a Zombie last night!"
Master Liu thanked Ling Xiao and Uncle Nine earnestly.
"Thank you for last night, Brother Ling Xiao."
Liu Yingying blushed as she bowed slightly to Ling Xiao.
But as soon as Master Liu and his daughter spoke, the expressions on the faces of The Ren Family changed—Zombie!?
There really were such things!?
They had thought it was just a myth.
Uncle Nine's eyes lit up as soon as he heard Master Liu's words.
The awkwardness caused earlier by Wen Cai instantly vanished.
"Master Liu, there's no need for thanks. Eliminating evil and protecting the people is our duty as cultivators."
Uncle Nine waved his hand and smiled.
He glanced at Master Ren, who had just been thoroughly ignored, and in that moment, felt incredibly vindicated.
"Yes, that's exactly what Master teaches us! Master Liu, there's really no need to thank us!"
Ling Xiao also smiled, pushing all the credit to his master.
"Sigh, if only our Lotus Village had a proper Mount Mao master like you, Uncle Nine. That would've been a true blessing for us."
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