The old man stood up, then trembled his way over to the memorial tablets. After solemnly performing several deep bows, he finally pulled out a roll of yellow cloth from behind the tablets.
At the very least, judging by its appearance, it was a standard antique—yet it had been preserved exceptionally well. There was not a trace of insect damage on it, and even its surface was spotless.
The old man carefully unfolded the yellow cloth, revealing a portrait.
It was Zhou You.
Meanwhile, someone propped up his chin and clicked his tongue as he examined his own portrait.
...They made me ugly. My mouth is a little crooked; it should be straighter.
He had originally said that to lighten the mood and keep things from becoming too tense—if it had been Lu Ping, he would probably have said that Master was being shameless again—but unexpectedly, the old man nodded and said, "That is indeed the case. This portrait was drawn solely based on Immortal Lu Ping's description, so there are quite a few inaccuracies... I'll burn it later and have a new one painted for you, Patriarch..."
"Wait, wait, hold on." Zhou You hurriedly stopped the old man from lighting it, then coughed twice. "It'd be a pity to burn such a fine antique... Just put it away for now. There's something I need to ask you."
The old man lowered his hands and said, "Please give your orders, Patriarch."
"My disciple... Immortal Lu Ping, that is... No, why does that sound so awkward—did he tell you he had something to give me?"
It was actually easy to guess. Since Lu Ping had left behind a portrait for his descendants to keep ready, he clearly knew that Zhou You would still be able to find his way here hundreds