"You prepared well this time."
Zhang Yao finished reading the ancient texts, gave a word of praise, and prepared to leave.
"I will return in three years."
Patriarch Xie immediately stepped forward respectfully and said:
"I will see you off, sir."
"Very well."
Zhang Yao smiled slightly and, escorted by Patriarch Xie, made his way out of the Xie Family Ancestral Residence.
"Patriarch."
"Uncle."
Along the way, they encountered many maids, servants, and Xie Clan members. Seeing Patriarch Xie leaving late at night, they were somewhat surprised but dared not ask more questions, bowing and stepping aside.
However, the further Patriarch Xie walked, the more frightened he became, his back breaking out in a cold sweat.
Along the way, they ran into dozens of people, yet none of them seemed to notice the Silver-faced Old Monster beside him, as if they did not see him at all, treating him like thin air.
This scene was eerily terrifying, like running into a ghost in broad daylight.
