"Didn’t we already see each other on the phone yesterday?" Hearing what Yao Xuanhang said, Jiangli raised his eyebrows, "It’s only been one night. My face shouldn’t have changed that much, right?"
Yao Xuanhang waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, that’s not what I meant. I, I’m just a bit surprised..."
Cui Wenzhe followed up, saying, "The Abbot really is young, which was unexpected for us."
"It doesn’t matter whether I am young or not—" Jiangli hadn’t finished his sentence.
Xia Xin quickly added, "Exactly, in our line of work, we don’t look at age, only at cultivation base and ability. Please have a seat first before we continue."
Jiangli glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing.
Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe, having been diverted from the topic, sat down opposite Jiangli.
As soon as they sat down, Cui Wenzhe felt a chill beside him and couldn’t help asking, "Is the air conditioning in the room turned down very low?"
Upon hearing this, Jiangli glanced at Fu’er, who was sitting beside Cui Wenzhe, with a warning look in his eyes.
Fu’er immediately understood and reluctantly stood up, drifting away.
Cui Wenzhe exclaimed in surprise, "How come it suddenly doesn’t feel as cold?"
Had he been mistaken?
Hearing this, Xia Xin looked around, guessed the reason, and chuckled, "Maybe it’s because it’s too hot outside. When you came in, you felt a bit cold, but if you sit for a while, you’ll definitely stop feeling cold."
Cui Wenzhe hesitated, "That makes sense..."
Seeing that he still seemed to be doubting something, Xia Xin quickly redirected their attention, "Young Master Yao, you must have come here for a reason, right? You talk to the Abbot first. I’ll go prepare some tea for you and be right back!"
Yao Xuanhang thanked him, "Thank you."
Xia Xin said there was no need and then left.
Yao Xuanhang had been constantly preoccupied with his own matters, and after Xia Xin brought it up, he couldn’t focus on anything else.
After Xia Xin left, he turned to Jiangli, his face strained as he asked, "Abbot, you know what happened to me yesterday. Let’s not beat around the bush. I just want to ask, what did you mean last time when you said someone was trying to harm me? Could it be, just like in TV shows or novels, that I’ve encountered some kind of foul entity?"
Jiangli gently tapped his right index finger on the table, "What I said was that someone is trying to harm you, Young Master Yao. Do you understand what that means?"
Yao Xuanhang was anxious, and for a moment, he didn’t respond.
Cui Wenzhe, however, was a little quicker to catch on, "So you’re saying someone is trying to harm Xuanhang, not some kind of foul entity?"
Yao Xuanhang was startled, then he realized.
Jiangli nodded, "That’s right. And it’s likely to be someone close to Young Master Yao. He’s afflicted with petty people and the Peach Blossom Evil; it must be related to romantic affairs."
Jiangli had previously looked into Young Master Yao’s birth chart, so he had an idea in mind.
Yao Xuanhang widened his eyes, "Related to romantic affairs? Impossible! I don’t have a girlfriend; my wife is my collection of shoes—"
Jiangli was full of question marks.
"Someone marries shoes?"
Cui Wenzhe couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "No, Abbot, you misunderstood. It’s just a metaphor. You don’t know, Xuanhang has a hobby, he likes to collect all kinds of limited-edition running shoes. Most guys like to collect these things nowadays. To them, those shoes are more important than girlfriends."
Jiangli looked surprised and stroked his chin, "You people are really strange."
Yao Xuanhang laughed awkwardly, "That’s my one hobby..."
Jiangli said, "A hobby is fine, but it definitely has nothing to do with shoes. Think carefully, is there any girl who is smitten with you?"