[Ancestral legacy]
Fifth Uncle sat in his Stilt House.
With Lin Feng gone, Fifth Uncle looked somewhat forlorn.
Outside, people bustled about.
They were all preparing for Ten Thousand Pigs Crossing the River.
Countless bonfires had been lit.
They hoped to drive away all the darkness.
Evil things that could devour them lurked in that darkness.
Before Fifth Uncle.
The Darkness Nightmare held his sons and daughters in check.
Fifth Uncle remembered every one of his offspring clearly.
Every child had a purpose.
"Of all of them, it had to be Wangxiang Zai. Was this Intent at work?"
Fifth Uncle leaned against the Bronze Urn.
Then he suddenly gave a cold snort. "Intent, my ass!"
Stroking the Bronze Urn, Fifth Uncle sighed. "What a fine thing this is. Too bad it isn't mine."
From the black shadows.
The Gu-Faced Painted-Skin Python emerged and swallowed it.
It stored the urn away.
That would make it easy for him to return it to his nephew when Lin Feng came back.
One thing was one thing; another was another.
He would bury Lin Feng with it.
"Letting you die painlessly is the least I can do for you."
Across from Fifth Uncle, another person appeared in the shadows.
He bore some resemblance to Fifth Uncle.
Because this was Fifth Uncle's father.
At enormous risk to his own life, Fifth Uncle had stolen his hidebound old father out of the Ancestral Hall.
Unfortunately, even Fifth Uncle had not managed to bring his father back whole.
The Gan of the south and the Xie of the north still had something to fall back on, even after declining this far.
Fifth Uncle's fortune had come from the [Ancestral legacy].
The Gan Family's ancestral legacy.
At the thought, he exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
"What passes flows