Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

In a not-so-busy part of the city, one could see a line of people standing before what seemed like a small reddish canopy tent.

The tent was too conspicuous, seeing that it was placed amidst the many stalls that sold fruits, foods, and other portable items.

Those who stood in line often bought some delicacies to pass the time while waiting their turn.

One could say that business was somewhat booming thanks to the emergence of the strange canopy-like stall.

In truth, many didn't come because they believed in whatever was advertised here.

They more or less came for fun, wanting to give these canopy people to be frauds.

It was also a comedic sight, with many coming here to pick these retarded people who set up the canopies.

In the past, many called the police to report the matter.

But why was it that after the police entered the canopies to see the owner, they would always leave without arresting or taking these retarded people to the psychiatric hospital?

"Look! I said it right! For the police to leave such people in the streets means that the canopy should belong to some rich family that can get him off the hook!"

"Tsk. I think you're right. Just look at those 2 men in full black suits standing outside the canopy like bodyguards? I'm sure they're just here to watch over this sick young master and make sure that he doesn't go too far."

"F***! How dare you guys insult the Grandmaster? Do you know what calamity he was able to help me out with last time? I'm telling you! If you are to insult the grand aster again, then ding blame me for being rude!"

"Pff!~... Buddy, don't you think that your pretense and acting are a bit too overboard? Do You think they would appreciate you more and give you a job or money if you play along with this sick young master?"

"Hahahahah~... I've seen people act like fans for idols before. But I've never seen someone shamelessly act this much for a crazed person."

"You! You! You!~~."

"Bahahahahaha~~"

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Like so, the scene was lively, with almost no one believing in whatever services the canopy offered.

Only those who had experienced life-changing situations tried their best to make others believe.

And amongst this group were those who a few days ago had initially kicked the Grandmaster but gone back home to shocking incidents.

"Husband, how did you know in pregnant?"

"What? Mom, you're saying that if I didn't call you now, you would've died in a fire? Wait! You're standing just outside the binding building now?"

"I... I've really gotten demoted? Liar! Who told you this? Did that retard make you say this to convince me more of his scam?... You!~"

Whether it was good or bad news, many who dared to enter the canopy were shocked by the end result.

Some had subconsciously saved their families from catastrophes, coming back to thank the Grandmaster and get Talismans to keep their families living longer.

And because these were man-made and natural catastrophes without the intervention of underworld entities, those who survived could live long lives without any worries... Though they would still end up losing a few months, 1, 2, or 3 years off their newly designed long-life trajectories.

It was their blessing and luck to have met a heavenly exorcist to change their trajectories.

Those who had first-hand experience were so grateful to Dorian, feeling personally attacked whenever they heard others bad-mouthing him.

"The... The Grandmaster isn't a retard!"

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'Should I really be here?' The troubled man from earlier inwardly asked, deciding whether to stay or not.

One step forth, another step back.

The confusion was evident.

At first, he held some hope in his heart.

But after heading over and listening to the words said by the majority of people, the little flames in his heart greatly diminished.

But maybe it was because of the words of the few believers that made him stay.

In the end, he asked himself yet again: What do I have to lose?

Well, maybe he would lose some moment, which frankly, was almost all he had left.

But wasn't it better to at least see what this Grandmaster was offering, lest he regretted it?

It's said that the Grandmaster won't charge a person until he analyzes and calculates the matter outright.

In this way, the Grandmaster would be able to give him a consultation on whatever was plaguing him.

But whether they should move forth to serving the matter or not was all up to the client.

Well, it was also said that this Grandmaster had no patience for those who weren't serious, sending them not long after they went in.

Maybe this was why many still didn't believe him.

After all, it did seem like he was picking out his clients, choosing who to help and who not to help.

Well, fraud or not, it wouldn't kill him to listen to whatever it is this guy has to say.

In the end, whether he decided to listen some more and pay was all up to him.

Again... What other excuses could he give?

The troubled man rubbed his neck and scratched his arms a little nervously, thinking of what to do once he got in.

One step forth, another step forward.

He advanced on the line, seeing some people enter and leave the canopy with either confused expressions, angered expressions, or pure joy in their faces.

The more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt.

... What could it be that they were talking about?

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"Thank you! Thank you, Grandmaster!" A youngster said, leaving the canopy in a cheerful mood.

"Next!"

The troubled man snapped back to reality, feeling his heart almost leap out of his chest.

"R-right..."

He replied, lowering his head below the topmost edge of the can't, entering the space.

He felt butterflies in his belly, wondering who and how to act around this Grandmaster fellow.

His thoughts were still in disarray, saluting the Grandmaster as many had advised.

However, when he raised his head, he couldn't help opening his eyes in shock!

"Young master Tian, what are you doing here?!"