Zhou San Lang recounted what had happened before and after his accident, then sighed with emotion.
"Thanks to the immortal's help, I was able to reunite with my wife. We plan to wait until her allotted years are up, then enter the cycle of reincarnation together."
After hearing this, Sixth Master Zhou couldn't help sighing as well. He chatted with Zhou San Lang for a while before getting up to take his leave.
After returning home, he also warned his clansmen to keep the secret. But they were just an ordinary family—how could they possibly protect it?
Before long, word of Zhou San Lang's return had spread, along with stories about immortals, ghosts, and spirits.
Under the circumstances, all sorts of people soon began wandering around Xing Zhi's little courtyard.
Some took advantage of the open gate and barged inside, only to be sent right back out by the formation. This stopped people from entering the courtyard, but it also exposed how strange the place was.
The disturbances there soon caught the attention of the lord of Qingcheng.
The lord of Qingcheng had already been fretting over which son to choose as his heir.
His eldest son, born to the city lord's wife, had been spoiled because of his powerful maternal family and had become far too hot-tempered. If someone like him became lord, the people would hardly be able to survive under his rule.
If that really happened, then all it would take was an external threat for Qingcheng to change hands.
The city lord had originally hoped to choose a suitable heir from among his eldest son's children, which would have spared him a lot of trouble. But the eldest son's children were still quite young, and it was too soon to tell what kind of people they