"What's going on with Mingxi? Can't your Huang Family handle it?"
"Mingxi is flooded, countless people have drowned. Our Huang Family can't do anything about it, but the flood has wiped out nest after nest of yellow weasels. My great-aunt cried the whole day today."
Huang Xi was a yellow weasel, purely an animal, with little empathy for humans.
"Then let your Huang Family disciples out to properly search for Mu Hua and Little Fuzi for me."
Yun Ziliang said.
"Alright, but you'll need to look into the feng shui of our Huang Family's ancestral crypt."
"Deal."
Yun Ziliang, unable to perceive anything, believed it was better to leave professional tasks to the Huang Family disciples.
Seeing Yun Ziliang agree, Huang Xi whistled, and from a nearby drainage ditch crawled out a filthy, plump yellow weasel, waddling in her direction.
Huang Xi whispered into the weasel's ear for a while. After receiving its orders, the weasel jumped back into the ditch.
