Within ten minutes of Lin Mo’s summons, Old Master Mo arrived at the survey terrace in an electric golf cart.
The seventy-year-old appraiser carried a shallow bronze basin filled with purified spring water and silver mercury.
Behind him walked Shen Qiaoqiao, clutching her leather legal briefcase, and Tang Xiaomi, who carried three holographic scanning projectors.
“Chairman Lin,” Old Master Mo greeted, bowing respectfully. “Master Lu Jian sent word that the earth qi is running backward.”
“Look at the ground yourself,” Lin Mo said, pointing down at the cracked soil. “The topsoil is turning to dust. Lu Jian says someone has clamped a lock on the subterranean veins.”
Old Master Mo set the bronze basin onto the grass.
He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. When he opened them, twin rings of brilliant golden light ignited within his pupils.
His Heavenly Appraisal Eye surged with ancient power.
