Cai Changming looked bewildered. "Open Yin Yang Eye? For me?"
His well-maintained appearance made him look like a little old man in his forties, and he couldn't help but shiver inside.
The business world is like a battlefield; in his youth, he was fearless, with money to dedicate to masters, hearing many stories of strange supernatural phenomena.
But he had never seen a real big shot who could open Yin Yang Eye for people; tales of bull tears or grave willow leaves enabling ghost-sight were just fabrications. After living for more than half his life, he had only heard the masters recount such things, never witnessing them firsthand.
"Bro, can you really let us see ghosts?!" Chuci got excited, ready to try.
Jiang Yuan was secretly pleased, thinking his little money was in hand.
