Although these antiques did not contain any auspicious aura, their collection value was very high.
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped outside the door of the Daoist Association. Yu Zong and his assistant alighted with gift boxes.
The stone door of the Daoist Association was magnificent. After the two of them walked through the door, they saw a little Daoist child who was about eight years old.
The little Daoist boy was wearing a gray Daoist robe. His eyes were clear, and his cheeks were chubby.
Yu Zong walked forward and asked with a smile, "Little friend, can you bring me to Master Wen's residence? If you're willing, I'll buy you candied hawthorn."
The little Daoist boy shook his head and said seriously, "There's no need."
He glanced at Yu Zong and his assistant from head to toe, scratched his head, and asked, "Are you from the Yu family?"
