Xu Feng understood. What Grandpa Li meant was the Mysterious Womb Underground Palace beneath Luoyin County.
Heroes were as plentiful under heaven as fish crossing a river.
The master of the Mysterious Womb Underground Palace had certainly been an extraordinary man, perhaps even a talent without precedent.
But as for his underground palace...
So long as it followed the rules of geomancy,
A treasure site remained a treasure site. If he could recognize it, others could too.
It was the same in the outside world. At auspicious sites, coffins had always been stacked one atop another.
Above a Zhou dynasty funerary coffin lay a Warring States underground palace; above that rose a Han dynasty burial mound. Tang graves were covered by Song graves, and Ming graves lay hidden above those.
Burial mounds rose, generation after generation.
Each had its own character.
Countless nobles lay in a single choice plot of land.
But Mr. Li's long-term plans were different from Xu Feng's.
Xu Feng had only wanted to complete the game's mission.
His goal was to live out Zhao San's life perfectly. With such a clear purpose, everything had gone smoothly so far. He had built on his early successes until they brought him to Mr. Li.
He had no idea how many obstacles Mr. Li had cleared from the road ahead for him.
Next came deities, incense offerings, his craft, and Yin Virtue.
Without Mr. Li's help,
Xu Feng would have to keep walking his own path.
But after hearing Mr. Li's words, even Xu Feng could not help answering earnestly. He could tell Mr. Li did not have much time left. "Grandpa Li, I'm just a corpse stitcher. It's a trade from the Lower Nine Classes.
"I haven't eaten as much rice as other people have eaten salt.
"I'm