"Eighteen Ancient Slaughters Cut White Snake? That name sounds quite impressive."
Zhou Xuan's thinking was also unusual; instead of inquiring which brilliant Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master was hidden in East Market Street, he marveled at how this Feng Shui formation had such a melodious name.
Li Changxun was a bit anxious, saying, "Mr., the situation is critical, and you're still chit-chatting here?"
"Otherwise? Should we just knit our brows and look worried?" Zhou Xuan eased the tense atmosphere once again.
However, despite the relaxed and carefree words, Zhou Xuan was already contemplating the current crisis.
He got straight to the point, not immediately addressing the mysterious Feng Shui formation of "Eighteen Ancient Slaughters Cut White Snake," but instead asked Yun Ziliang, "Lao Yun, Shanzu, you say there is a Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master hiding in East Market Street—where is this Master hiding? Have you found any clues after investigating all day?"
