"On this trip, aside from attending the mourning, there might be other matters to attend to.

Brother He’s family has suffered a great calamity, and he must be extremely busy, unable to get away.

Therefore, I plan not to disturb too much, only bringing Ah Di along, to avoid attracting too much attention."

"The old servant has heard the young master mention that although Tongwen Hall is in Black River County, the incense of the sect is in Yihai Prefecture.

Master Bai, you have traveled a long way to come here, it is appropriate to recognize the route and pay respects."

After Uncle Yang returned to the County City, he learned a lot about Tongwen Hall from the First Madam.

A small, unknown sect from ten years ago, passed down only three generations, yet hid two Four Cultivation Grandmasters.

It’s simply unbelievable!

"As for worrying about causing a stir... Master Bai, you have thought it through thoroughly, but our He Family is one of the thirteen prominent families of Yihai Prefecture, equally prominent and not afraid of any provocation.

Feel free to step into Yihai Prefecture; if anyone seeks trouble with you, it would be a slap to the He Family’s face."

Uncle Yang, wise and experienced, understood exactly what Bai Qi meant.

As Ninghai Zen’s direct disciple, his reputation was well-known.

The thirteen trades, or perhaps the other four families’ wandering ghosts.

Many people anticipated the day Bai Qi would cross the Nu Yun River and enter Yihai Prefecture.

Ten years ago, Ninghai Zen vowed never to enter the city again, moved Tongwen Hall to Black River County, and never appeared in public view again.

Many past grudges were buried beneath that "Yihai Hidden Dragons" golden black plaque.

Bai Qi’s appearance undoubtedly resurfaced those old scores for those still remembering the vendetta for patricide, family destruction, and clan extinction.

Allowing them to clearly recall that torrential rain ten years ago, and the bloody air that could not be washed away even with the waters of the Nu Yun River.

"Rest assured, I have the same temperament as my master, gentle and amiable, kind to others.

Considering Brother He’s face, as long as they are not seeking death, I am willing to let them off first."

Bai Qi raised a finger, causing the tense string in Uncle Yang’s heart to suddenly relax, despite the bold statement made earlier, not every family among the thirteen trades is as sensible as the He Family.

A father’s death to his son, a wife without a husband... such blood feuds cannot simply be forgotten.

"The young master has arranged suitable accommodations, the carriage is just ahead."

Uncle Yang bowed deeply, gesturing with his hand.

"Thank you."

Bai Qi nodded. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He Jingfeng’s arrangements were indeed thorough, saving himself the trouble.

From start to finish, Uncle Yang had not looked directly at Xiaoliuzi; such a small-time player struggling to make a living in Yihai County City was someone the He Family could easily crush with a single finger.

But before he had taken two steps forward, a tall, composed young man in simple attire blocked the way, presenting a gold-embossed invitation:

"My master invites Bai Qilang to visit our residence for a discussion."

Uncle Yang’s eyelid drooped as his gaze swept over the invitation.

The signature, Chen Xing.

Yet before the invitation reached Bai Qi’s hand, a little Daoist Child with rosy lips and white teeth approached with a sword, saying in a formal manner:

"Our Observatory Master also invites these two... young gentlemen."

At this, Uncle Yang and the dumbfounded Xiaoliuzi showed identical stunned expressions.

What is going on?

They haven’t even truly entered the city.

Yet they’ve already been invited by three groups consecutively.

He Jingfeng of the He Family, Chen Xing of the martial world, and... an unknown Daoist Temple.

Uncle Yang turned back and sighed secretly:

"The face of this Master Bai Qi is truly immense, just hope there isn’t another grand feast from one of the thirteen trades."