Yi Zhuang.
After discussing the exhumation and reburial with Master Ren, Uncle Nine and Wencai returned to Yi Zhuang to prepare for the exhumation and reburial three days later.
To Uncle Nine, the matters between Qiusheng, Wencai, and Ren Tingting were nothing more than childish squabbles and would not affect his dealings with Master Ren.
After opening the locked gates of Yi Zhuang, Uncle Nine instructed Wencai to get to work.
"Wencai, go prepare the things needed for the ritual."
Before he could finish, however, he abruptly stopped. At some unknown time, a young man in a purple-gold robe had appeared in Yi Zhuang's courtyard. He sat cross-legged in the yard with his eyes closed, calmly meditating in an unfathomable manner.
"Friend, entering without permission doesn't seem very appropriate, does it?"
Looking at the robed youth, Uncle Nine spoke with a frown.
Before he and Wencai had left, Yi Zhuang's gates had been locked. When they returned, the lock was still intact. That meant the other party had climbed over the wall!
Although there was nothing worth stealing in Yi Zhuang, and the lock merely kept out honest men rather than villains, the man's direct entry over the wall clearly showed no regard for the owner.
Still, times were hard, and Uncle Nine did not say anything overly harsh to such a "gentleman of the rafters."
"It really isn't."
After hearing Uncle Nine, the youth sitting in the courtyard chuckled. "This seat didn't climb over the wall. This seat flew in."
"Flew in? How is that possible?" Uncle Nine said in shock.
"Nothing is impossible. As long as one cultivates to a sufficiently profound realm, one can fly."
As Huang Tian spoke, a Nine-Rank Merit Golden Lotus appeared beneath him, lifting him into the air. The lotus emitted a faint