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Outside the Hu Family's old residence, everything was in an uproar. The second patriarch of the Qingyuan Hu Family had been so enraged that he'd fainted, and people all around were shouting for someone to hurry and fetch the Fate Commander from Zhi Shou Guan.

But inside the old residence, in the inner courtyard, all was quiet. Old Abacus kept getting up and sitting down, pacing back and forth before turning to look at Immortal Aunt Miaoshan. He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't bring himself to speak...

Immortal Aunt Miaoshan was making hot pot.

She was using a gold-wire silver-coal pot, with slices of mutton thin as cicada wings, served with chive-flower sesame sauce.

Not only was she eating with care and refinement, she'd even set a bowl and chopsticks for each of the little ones sitting at the table: Xiao Hong Tang and Little Dou Guan. Dou Guan couldn't eat food meant for the living, so he could only lift his nose and sniff the aroma. Xiao Hong Tang, on the other hand, could join in.

But the point was... Was this really the time to be eating hot pot?

"Aren't you worried?"

After pacing back and forth seven or eight times, he finally couldn't hold back. He planted both hands on the table and asked in a low voice.

"Worried about what?"

Immortal Aunt Miaoshan looked up at him. "The Sect Master came back of his own free will. No one forced him."

"But..."

Old Abacus said, "He really could lose his life. Didn't you hear what just happened?"

"I heard!"

Immortal Aunt Miaoshan said, "I was about to go to sleep when I got startled awake. I wanted some tremella and lotus-seed soup, then suddenly I wanted hot pot instead. My Dou Guan can