A Man Like None Other

As they continued walking in, he saw an exquisitely designed landscape complete with a pavilion built with classical architecture. “Mr. Grange, your trees must be really old, aren’t they?” Jared couldn’t help but ask as he could feel the surge of spiritual energy coming from them. “Mr. Chance, these trees are hundreds of years old.

They are the reason why Mr. Grange built his villa here,” Tommy explained. Jared nodded, finally understanding why Walter chose to retire in Horington despite it being an unassuming city. Places that were filled with spiritual energy were indeed excellent for living out one’s old age. Nourished by spiritual energy, one was able to beat back the effects of aging. After walking along a corridor, the group arrived in the main hall.

with antique furniture, each of them at least a hundred years old. There was even a Dragon Throne right in the center of the hall with nine giant dragons carved onto it. With a golden throw draped upon it, the throne looked as if it was constantly in use. Staring at the Dragon Throne, Jared furrowed his brows at it. “Please, have a seat.” Walter waved his hand

help with, please go ahead and speak your mind.” Walter obviously knew Tommy wanted something. After Tommy looked in Jared’s direction, Jared explained, “Since we’re aware that you love collecting antiques, I would like to ask if you have any spiritual brushes here? The kind used by famous scholars

willing to pay whatever price you name.” Tommy quickly dispelled any doubts Walter had. “There’s no need for that.” Walter smiled

almost impossible to find one that has been left around for so long. As for cinnabar rosaries

contain some spirituality as well!” Jared was elated upon hearing Walter’s words, as he had forgotten about the idea. The calligraphy brushes used by the priests