"According to the decree of the three Old Ancestors, the Qin Family and Tang Family had been close friends for generations, but marriage between them was forbidden. The younger generations of both families had pooled the strength of their clans and spent several generations quarrying stones from the mountains to build Qin Tang Town. After more than three hundred years, it had finally been completed."
As Qin Fengming gazed at these words in the scroll, a sharp gleam suddenly flashed through his eyes.
The three Old Ancestors naturally referred to Qin Xing, Bai, and Sima Hao.
He had never expected Qin Tang Town to have been built at the order of the three of them.
Qin Fengming gently placed the scroll back inside the wooden box. Without lingering in the ancestral hall, he blurred and vanished from the Qin Family.
Since the Qin Family was still flourishing, he naturally had no intention of meeting these clansmen, who shared only a trace of blood with him and no familial affection.
The rises and falls of mortal affairs no longer stirred any attachment in Qin Fengming's heart.
Every mortal family would have its ups and downs. The Qin Family had originally been a wealthy household with more than a hundred clansmen, and had merely relocated here. Even if the family later declined again, that could still be considered a normal occurrence.
Leading Zhang Hong, Qin Fengming did not linger in Qin Tang Town. Instead, he headed directly toward the depths of the mountain range.
At that moment, Qin Fengming faintly felt a sense of anticipation.
There were no restrictions in Qin Tang Town; Qin Fengming was completely certain of that. He had already found it strange when entering the town earlier, because he could sense traces of restrictions within it—so faint that