Huang Quan was taken aback; Tang Lao Ye's aura was also a light yellow, with a golden hue leaning towards orange.

Compared to the Fourth Young Master, Tang Lao Ye has lived a good half of his life longer, yet the color of his aura was surprisingly similar to that of the Fourth Young Master, and even couldn't compare to Ning Gongzi and Wang Gongzi.

This shows that the Fourth Young Master's standing should not be underestimated!

Tang Lao Ye walked to the center of the hall, smiling as he picked up the microphone.

"Today, I’m very happy that everyone took time out of their busy schedules to attend my son’s recovery banquet. Here, I would like to say a few words to everyone."

Tang Lao Ye was in a good mood, speaking loudly and clearly, as everyone listened intently, their eyes fixed on him.

However, Huang Quan was quite casual, looking around as he used the Qi Observation Technique to see which pastries had good luck energy, preparing to have a good feast.

He reached out to grab a piece of mango mousse: "This one looks good, entirely yellow, seems like good luck is coming!"

Huang Quan tried to avoid crowded places, but he was the only one wandering around, making it easy for Tang Lao Ye to spot him.

"Ladies and gentlemen,

"Everyone knows that not long ago, my son encountered some unfortunate events, and thanks to him, my son was saved from the gates of hell."

"My family and I are grateful to him, Huang Quan, Brother Huang!"

Tang Lao Ye raised his hand, pointing to Huang Quan's location. The guests all turned their heads to look at Huang Quan.

At that moment, Huang Quan was stuffing a piece of mango cake into his mouth, only managing to get half in. He didn’t know whether to swallow it whole or take it out; it was rather awkward!

Tang Lao Ye found this very genuine and quite endearing. His smile widened as he quietly watched Huang Quan.

Ultimately, Huang Quan shoved the cake in his mouth, chewed a few times casually, and swallowed it down. His face returned to calmness as he smiled back at everyone present.

His actions sparked whispers among the guests!

"I think this kid is really too rude. Old Tang is giving him a grand introduction and he’s out here searching for food!"

"Exactly! Just at a glance, it's clear he doesn’t belong in high society. Everyone noticed him, and he actually swallowed the food in his mouth."

"Such a disgrace! How could such an ordinary person possibly be a ghost master? Maybe he would scare himself to death if he saw a ghost!"

"Could it be that Old Tang was mistaken and misidentified his benefactor?"

The guests were full of doubts about Huang Quan, and their gazes were filled with disdain.

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Suddenly, a person stepped out of the crowd, dressed in Daoist robes and holding a whisk, approaching Huang Quan to examine him closely.

"Young friend, there are many Daoists in this world that I have encountered, and since you’re so capable, how come I’ve never heard of you before?"

"Even at our Daoist exchanges, you’ve never attended."

Huang Quan smiled and looked at the Daoist, casually saying, "I’m not a Daoist, so I naturally wouldn’t attend any Daoist gatherings."

"Oh? If you’re not a Daoist and you don’t seem like a Buddhist disciple, then what are you?"

The Daoist waved his whisk and raised an eyebrow.

Huang Quan nodded: "Indeed, I’m not a Buddhist disciple; I’m just an ordinary person who happens to know a little about the way of ghosts and gods!"

The Daoist looked him up and down, taking a thorough look before saying, "I’ve grown up in a Daoist temple since I was a child, and I’ve never heard of an ordinary person who can exorcise ghosts!"

"Especially those that so many professional Daoists cannot handle!"

The Daoist had long heard of Huang Quan's deeds and genuinely did not believe him.

Huang Quan remained unfazed, stating, "Maybe it's just a coincidence!"

He looked down on explaining to the Taoist, these people claimed to be extraordinary and saints, yet they didn’t have the basic tolerance to accept others. Huang Quan sighed, this must be a loss for Dao!

Huang Quan showed some impatience, but the Taoist seemed oblivious and continued speaking confidently.

"My young friend, so you admit it, you are simply coveting the achievements of others?"

Huang Quan didn’t want to respond to the Taoist, only smiled without answering.

At that moment, someone stepped forward, the young boss who had questioned him earlier, approached the Taoist and said, "I heard that when Prince Tang was exorcising ghosts at that time, a Taoist was invited."

"This kid somehow managed to mix in."

"And when the Taoist finished exorcising the ghosts, this kid took the credit from the Taoist."

The corner of the Taoist's mouth curled slightly upwards, revealing a contemptuous smile as he said, "I see! So he’s a thief!"

Of course, the young boss didn’t know the inside story, it was Ma Jingdong who had quietly informed him, making Huang Quan uncomfortable in front of everyone.

Huang Quan neither admitted nor denied it; he simply didn’t want to engage with this group of low-level individuals. This was ineffective networking.

After a pause, the young boss, with a smug look, said, "Indeed, we are all businessmen, and the thing we dislike the most is this kind of theft."

Old Tang on the stage, although unable to hear, threw down the microphone, stopped speaking, and walked directly towards where Huang Quan was.

However, Huang Quan didn’t care at all, letting them blabber; he chuckled coldly.

"I just said, I merely happened to be at the right place at the right time. At my age, it’s indeed impossible to compare with you experienced ones."

After saying that, Huang Quan said no more and turned to leave.

The Taoist and the young boss were still feeling pleased with themselves, thinking they could make a big deal out of Huang Quan not denying it.

But upon reflection, Huang Quan was mocking both of them, implying they were the real petty thieves.

However, at this moment, trying to argue with Huang Quan was futile, as he had already blended into the crowd and disappeared.

Old Tang hadn’t reached Huang Quan yet. Seeing him turn to leave, he thought it must have been resolved.

This young man is truly remarkable, constantly misunderstood, yet always able to resolve things with an aloofness that is extraordinary. He is a fascinating person!

After Huang Quan left, he thought about simply greeting Old Huang and leaving.

Unexpectedly, he noticed a woman among Old Tang's group, which made Huang Quan slow down and observe closely.

It wasn’t because the woman was fair-skinned and beautiful or had an outstanding demeanor.

It was because the color of the fortune above her head was something Huang Quan had never seen before.

If Prince Wang’s reddish fortune was understandable, as yellow deepens and deepens, it turns red.

But the fortune above this woman’s head was clearly purple, directly bypassing red. What kind of extraordinary fortune was this! Huang Quan couldn't imagine it at all.

Surrounding her were the four young masters, who were now all gathered around this woman.

She originally followed Old Tang and his group but was stopped in her tracks by the four young masters.

No wonder they invited the four young masters to a recovery banquet; it seemed they were all here for this woman.

Huang Quan thought secretly.

His gaze was fixed on the woman, but he didn’t notice that a group was approaching him.