Sun Dashi's father stuck to his guns.
He flatly refused to believe Sun Dashi.
If someone's Eight Characters were that strong, it was no longer a matter of having strong Eight Characters.
They were ill-fated.
And ill-fated Eight Characters, even if they did not harm their bearer, would harm others.
If he could withstand the Gloomwood Duke, then his master, Zhao Er, should have been unable to bear those Eight Characters from the start. He would have died long ago!
"There must be another reason," Sun Dashi's father said. "One you don't know about."
Seeing this, Sun Dashi had no desire to argue with his father.
He knew the old man's temper.
Back when they worked on the boat, his father's word had been law.
And age had not changed that.
If anything, he had only grown more stubborn. If Sun Dashi started butting heads with him now, it would never end. His father would never admit he was wrong!
There was no point discussing it.
So Sun Dashi changed the subject. "Dad, has anything strange happened in the mountains?"
"Things are fine up there. That's why I came down."
The Yellow River Corpse Collectors' trade had been passed down for generations. The Sun family had taken a leaf from the crafty rabbit's book and made themselves more than one refuge.
Below the mountains, near the Yellow River, they had a place called New Village, where they kept their Dragon's Nest and incense hall.
It was called "New Village."
Up in the mountains, they also had an "Old Village," kept specifically for escaping disaster.
It was their fallback.
This time, Sun Dashi's father had come down from the mountains for one reason—
To take his grandchildren up there, away from danger!
As for why, it was simple.
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