"Um... young man, why don't you let the high monk try first?" A middle-aged man spoke to Jiang Siming, his tone very polite.

Jiang Siming looked at his appearance; this middle-aged man was actually quite handsome, surely a good-looking guy in his youth.

Moreover, his features had a resemblance to Tuan Tuan, so without asking, Jiang Siming knew who he was—his father-in-law.

"Uncle, do you really believe there are ghosts in this world?" Jiang Siming asked.