A few days ago.
Wang Family Villa.
Huang Su climbed over the wall and quickly walked into the main house.
"Daoist." He took out a few strands of intertwined hair and handed them over:
"I found this in Fang Zheng's room. He doesn't often stay there. His whereabouts... are also quite mysterious. This is all I could find."
"Hmm." Qinggu accepted the hair, examined it, and instinctively furrowed his brow:
"Rumor has it that this Fang Zheng has an unusual origin, possibly from a once-prominent noble family, though it has decayed now."
"No problem with the things, right?"
"No problem at all." Huang Su patted his chest:
"You shouldn't worry when I handle things."
"Daoist." Another person in the room, Wang Qian, the Wang Family's second uncle known as "Thunder Walking Red Porcelain," and the current decision-maker of the Wang Family, spoke nervously:
"This time, there won't be any issues, right?"
