Hearing Old Ancestor Honggan's words, Zhang Buku raised an eyebrow, while Xu You was pleasantly surprised and was the first to bow and thank Old Ancestor Honggan.
"Put it down quickly. Let's go!"
Xu You came to Zhang Buku's side and urged him on.
Zhang Buku, however, remained unmoved. He lifted his head, stared at that section of hand bone, and asked, "What do I need to pay?"
"You need pay nothing."
"If that is so, I cannot feel at ease."
Zhang Buku spoke in a calm tone, and his words drew Old Ancestor Honggan's attention.
Old Ancestor Honggan had thought the karma Gu An had arranged lay in these ashes, but Zhang Buku's persistence gave him other thoughts.
He could tell Zhang Buku was not lying. Zhang Buku's connection to the ashes in the urn was real, and Zhang Buku truly was willing to give everything for his father.
Old Ancestor Honggan became interested in Zhang Buku and said, "Since that is so, you may stay."
As his voice fell, the jade urn in Zhang Buku's hands opened, and the ashes inside drifted up, swiftly coiling around the hand bone like a whirlwind. The white bones then fell with it, dropping toward the bottom of the pit.
The other white bones at the bottom of the pit also turned into flying ash, and streams of black qi surged from the soil, drowning the hand bone where Old Ancestor Honggan resided and Zhang Chunqiu's ashes.
Zhang Buku stood up, his brows tightly furrowed. His divine sense actually could not pass through that mass of black qi.
Xu You comforted him, "Since the senior has agreed, he surely won't deceive us."
He then sent a voice transmission: "He has no reason to deceive you or me. Don't overthink it."
Zhang Buku