"And you, Yang Zhao, are an old acquaintance of the Jianyi family Great Elder."
Yang Zhao said calmly, "Does your Chang family's current head not also have friendship with the Jianyi family head and Jianyi Mingyuan?"
"How can that compare to your Yang family?" Commandery Assistant Chang chuckled.
Yang Zhao no longer said more and turned to return to handling official duties.
Qingjiang, Dongxi.
Because they knew the immortal supervising official would come, the Jianyi family had long since closed the mist formation.
The three arrived above Dongxi.
Now, frost winds had just begun to rise. Thousands of mu of fields spread out, and when the wind blew, the rice waves turned lightly, golden light leaping.
The paths between the fields crisscrossed, like silver threads woven by the earth, dividing the fertile land like a chessboard, and also like veins stretching into the depths of the village.
On the field ridges, farmers were busy.
