Grandpa gave Black Emperor another cured pork rib covered in meat.
Only then did Black Emperor stop barking and lie on the ground, gnawing on the rib with soft whimpers.
There was very little information, and more than twenty years had passed, so we did not continue asking around.
The matter of the house was bound to be shelved.
Grandpa kept smiling as he drank with us and asked about Mao Jing and Zhang Yuchen's backgrounds.
"Xiao Mao, Xiao Zhang, where are you two from?
I heard Ningzi say that you've both studied Feng Shui.
Xiao Mao, you even opened a Feng Shui shop, right?"
When Zhang Yuchen and Mao Jing heard my grandpa's questions, they both nodded.
Zhang Yuchen was the first to speak.
"That's right! My family's Feng Shui knowledge has been passed down through generations. My uncle, Zhang Zheng, goes by the Taoist name Upright Qi.
He works as a funeral master in Shaman North Hollow. I learned from him.
But I work at a factory now.
Usually, I just like discussing Feng Shui knowledge with Brother Jiang and the others.
I'm planning to return to my hometown someday and inherit my uncle's legacy, heh heh heh..."
Zhang Yuchen was straightforward, laying everything out plainly. It was also a sign of his trust in Grandpa and me.
Mao Jing was not as talkative. He merely answered calmly.
"Master Jiang, I am a disciple of Qingcheng.
The shop was opened by my master. I study under him every day."
Grandpa nodded slightly at that, then turned to Zhang Yuchen.
"Shaman North Hollow... I remember there used to be a very famous funeral master there named Zhang Beiwang. Who was he to you?"
The moment Zhang Yuchen heard that, his expression changed dramatically.
"Oh! Master Jiang, you knew my