Master Dedao was quite famous in the capital city, so many people in Lingde Street knew him.
As soon as Lu Wanyuan finished talking, dozens of people stepped out of the crowd.
However, there were only two people standing in the front.
One of them was an old lady with gray hair who looked energetic, while the other was a twenty-year-old young man.
"This old lady and this gentleman then. Which one of you want to go first?"
Lu Wanyuan glanced at the old lady, the young man, and the driver, and she signaled them to discuss which one of them would go first.
Lu Zijia and Master Dedao were already sitting opposite each other and there was a chair between the two tables.
Lu Zijia's table had nothing, while a tortoise shell and a copper coin were put on Master Dedao's table.
Everyone thought Master Dedao looked more like a real warlock no matter what.
