Mr. Feng Shui

Zhang Yifeng stood in front of the study window, gently stroking the copper coin in his hand. His eyes looked through the glass, seeming to be looking for something. Night had fallen, and the city lights flickered outside the window, but his heart was wandering in another world. He knew that what he was facing was not just a simple feng shui problem, but a battle with ancient powers. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.