Miles away, in an exquisitely made courtyard.
An elder sat on a meditation cushion, his eyes tightly closed.
The room he was in had a unique structure, entirely constructed of solid wood, devoid of any metal.
Bamboo walls were plastered with various talismans, outlined in cinnabar with shapes incomprehensible to the average person.
Were Yue Qingqing here, she would certainly scoff at these.
They looked imposing, but truly effective talismans were one in ten at best.
Most were sheer Shost Painting Talismans.
But the two young men kneeling respectfully in front of the elder thought differently.
One of the youths cautiously raised his head and placed a passbook on the small red sandalwood table in front of the elder.
"Master, this is the gratitude my father instructed me to convey to you, it was all thanks to your assistance that the Chu Family could survive this calamity."
The elder didn't respond, and the youth's demeanor became even more humble.
