Li Fan was truly surprised; could one really encounter old acquaintances from Xuantian in such a remote corner?
But then again, upon reflection, there was nothing really surprising about it. After all, who amongst us can claim that none of our ancestors stretching eighteen generations back held any noble or official title? It was normal for certain people to have crossed paths before, and if one traced back far enough, weren't we all picking fruit from the same tree? However, it seemed that those connected to the Beichen Sect all ended up rather poorly. The descendant of a great Marshal now sells goldfish in the South Sea...
With such a fated encounter, Li Fan of course had to invite old man Huan for a drink.
