After waiting in the main hall for a moment.
Mo Xuanhe hurried into the main hall with a middle-aged man.
"Mo Wénfán, Clan Head of the Gravekeeper Clan, pays his respects to Immortal Lord Li."
The middle-aged man who had entered with Mo Xuanhe cupped his hands and bowed upon seeing Li Zhōujūn.
"Clan Head Mo, there's no need to be so formal." Li Zhōujūn smiled and placed the teacup in his hand on the table beside him.
"I've heard from Elder Xuanhe that Immortal Lord Li came to my Gravekeeper Clan to enter the Tomb of the Immortal Lord?" Mo Wénfán asked respectfully.
"That's right." Li Zhōujūn nodded.
"There's naturally no problem with Immortal Lord Li entering the Tomb of the Immortal Lord." Mo Wénfán hurriedly said, "But you must have had a tiring journey to get here. Would you like to rest before entering?"
"No need. I'll go straight in." Li Zhōujūn smiled and shook his head.
"Then please follow me, Immortal Lord Li." Mo Wénfán did not waste words and immediately prepared to lead Li Zhōujūn there.
"Sorry for the trouble." Li Zhōujūn said.
"You're too polite, Immortal Lord." Mo Wénfán hurriedly replied. He then instructed Mo Xuanhe to continue guarding the entrance to the Gravekeeper Clan while he led Li Zhōujūn onward.
On the way, Mo Wénfán smiled at Li Zhōujūn. "Immortal Lord, thank you for saving my daughter a hundred years ago."
"Hm?" A trace of confusion appeared on Li Zhōujūn's face. He did not remember ever meeting Mo Wénfán's daughter, let alone saving her.
Mo Wénfán smiled. "My daughter is Mo Liuer. Back then, because she needed to gain experience, she was adopted by the Zhong Family of Lan Cang City and renamed Zhong Liuer. Unexpectedly, the city was massacred by the White Bone