Dou Sufu's eyes were cloudy. She stared blankly at Fang Shu before lowering her gaze and nodding, seemingly a little embarrassed.
"It's rare for you to come here. Would you two keep this old woman company for a chat?"
"Of course," Du Yu'er replied.
Fang Shu settled off to one side, silently playing his part as a "junior."
Soon, the three of them entered a detached cottage in the cemetery. Its furnishings were simple, and everything looked somewhat antiquated. Yet there was no old-person smell inside. Instead, the air was fresh, and the flow of energy was gentle. Mortals or immortals at the refining essence stage who lived here would naturally receive some nourishment, with the wondrous benefit of prolonging their lives.
As Fang Shu looked around, his gaze shifted slightly. He immediately spotted the reason.
The furnishings in this cottage had been arranged according to the Hu Family's secret feng shui arts.
It seems Sister Dou has gained a basic grasp of the Hu Family's secret feng shui arts.
At that thought, he sighed inwardly.
Since she had managed to grasp those secret arts, why had she failed to advance on the immortal path, leaving her so old and frail now?
Had he returned a little later, he would have had one more grave to tend.
Inside the detached cottage, the two old women chatted for a while.
Dou Sufu beckoned to Fang Shu with a chuckle. "We mustn't leave this young fellow standing around.
"Come, Granny has some milk pudding prepared. Try a little."
With that, she took an earthenware jar from a cupboard. The moment she lifted its lid, the pure fragrance of milk wafted out, mingled with the aroma of glutinous rice wine.
Du Yu'er laughed at the sight. "It seems we're in for a treat