"Should I also stamp a seal on Sangyu's bottom?"
Beneath the sacred tree, a sudden thought popped into Chen Shi's mind. Sangyu is the Godmother of Huangpo Village, and the villagers revere her as such. Whether I grant her a title or not, she already possesses a natural fief.
He grew thoughtful.
For spirits with a natural fief like Sangyu, there was no need for his intervention. The common folk would naturally revere them, gathering around them to form villages or townships. If he forcefully intervened by relying on the West King's Jade Seal, it would instead disrupt the natural balance between the villagers and the Godmother.
"Mastering the Jade Seal doesn't mean doing whatever one pleases; it requires knowing what to do and what not to do. Possessing power and acting recklessly, sticking one's nose into everything, will only ruin things instead."
He gained some insight into the responsibilities of the Jade Seal's master.
Although Old Lady Wuzhu walked with a cane, she moved swiftly. Before long, she returned to Huangpo Village and came straight to Chen Shi's house. Seeing Chen Shi sitting under the tree practicing, she smiled and said, "Scholar, still sitting there? Your dad is back!"
Chen Shi was nearly driven to a deviation by her words. Feeling somewhat panicked in his heart, he hastily stood up and inquired, "Chen Tang is back? Where is he?"
"A moment ago he was still out at your grandpa's grave, and I gave him a few whacks with my walking stick."
Hearing this, Old Lady Wuzhu turned her head and caught sight of a tall, young man dressed in a scholar's Daoist robe walking toward them. She smiled and said, "Speak of Chen Tang, and Chen Tang arrives. Isn't he right here? You father and son chat slowly; this