My goodness.
No wonder he became a Landlord. With such honeyed words, he was the picture of filial piety.
A moment later, Landlord He walked out of the inner room with a swollen nose and bruised face, a look of grievance written all over it. Drifting behind him was the contented spirit of his father.
Having beaten his son, the father's ghost had dispelled all his resentment, which would make the deliverance much easier.
"Thank you, Taoist Wang."
Tears streamed down Landlord He's face as he spoke. "Had the Taoist Master not brought my father into the manor, I'm afraid I would have missed the last chance to see him."
"I'm deeply moved, truly, deeply moved~"
Having said this, he clapped his hands, ordering the guards to bring out an exquisitely crafted wooden box. "Here's a small token of my appreciation. Please don't disdain it, Taoist Master."
THUMP.
The lid of the wooden box sprang open, and a golden radiance instantly burst forth.
