Yun Ziliang once again flaunted the prominence of his ancestors.
The four of them were in high spirits when, halfway through their journey, they heard the faint sound of an elderly person crying.
Following the sound, Zhou Xuan spotted a store with a sign hanging above it—He Family Wreath Store.
"The one crying is Lao He." Lv Mingkun said.
"I know, it's the elder who snitched to the Liao Ghost and was targeted by the kidnapper for a reckoning."
Zhou Xuan sighed, there was so much chaos in the world, allowing kidnappers to be this arrogant...
"Alas, the materials for raising zombies might just walk through the door by themselves these days." Zhou Xuan thought of this and his mood lightened even more.
...
Back at the store, Zhou Xuan hung Yun Ziliang's painting on the wall of the first-floor shop.
"Can't you show a little respect for me? I am descended from the State Preceptor! At least deserve a decent room for myself, don't I?"
