Originally, Master Sande had started his performance. He was sitting in the middle of the hall, eating a bun while boasting to the people around him.
The deputy factory director and secretary who had accompanied him yesterday were still by his side, listening to his bragging with pride.
They occasionally boasted about their courage and indispensable role in catching ghosts.
The guests in the shop, although most of them did not believe that these two portly men could help in exorcising ghosts, were firmly convinced of Master Sande's abilities.
Master Sande had been a charlatan for so long that he had perfected his eloquence, painting last night's 'ghost-catching' actions as phenomenal.
The residents of the town had already believed in Master Sande, viewing him as a figure with immense divine skills and boundless mana.
