In this suburban villa, luxury was taken to the extreme, with almost all the furniture and appliances being extravagant.
In the living room, on imported nanmu sofas, aside from Wang Kai who had just entered and was standing, there were already four people present.
Lin Tian's gaze swept over the three seated individuals, his face showing shock and his expression one of disbelief.
Among the three, Lin Tian had actually met two before.
The young man who was nervously perched on the edge of the sofa was none other than Xin Hengxing.
At that moment, his face bore a trace of respect.
Beside him, there was an old man in black robes, with white hair and a pale face, appearing very weak as he leaned languidly against the sofa.
This old man was the Fengshui Master Sun Burang, whose cultivation Lin Tian had previously disabled in Chang Ying's medicine field.
