"This..."
Looking at the Daoist robe on Xu Yang, the peach wood sword on his leg, the incense burner, and Daoist talisman on the ground, Wang Lin whispered, "Bai Wei, where did he pull all these things from? I didn't see him carrying a bag when he arrived."
"Storage ring!"
Bai Wei, who has evidently seen more, said, "It is said that, after the revival of spiritual aura, the country has dug up some relics in various places, among them is this kind of treasure... a storage ring. Considering Xu Yang is Xu Zhiyuan's grandson, it's normal for him to have one of these."
The two communicated in low voices, retreating to the courtyard gate.
Each one of them, curiosity glittering in their eyes, wanted to see how Xu Yang would deal with "Mrs. Zhang" from a distance.
...
Meanwhile.
Approximately three to four kilometres away, Shanshuigou Village.
At the entrance of the village, a bus slowly drew to a halt.
"Take it slow, grandma, slow."
"Be careful... don't bump into anything."
