"Not at all!"
Shen Lang waved a hand and said, "Brother Ye, you don't even know such basic things, yet you possess such a powerful high-grade magical artifact! You must be a disciple of some secluded sect, sent down the mountain to gain experience!"
"..."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Ye Qianfan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Wasn't Shen Lang letting his imagination run a little too wild?
But he didn't contradict him.
Believe whatever you like. It's no skin off my nose.
"Shen Lang, Brother Ye." Fugui had recovered a little from the pain by then. "When I fell into the well just now, I saw quite a few spirit tablets lying at the bottom. Should we fish them out and take a look?"
"Good idea!"
Shen Lang nodded, picked up the rusty bucket, and walked to the well. "Now that the flood dragon in the water is gone, fishing them out should be easy!"
"Let's bring them up and have a look. Who knows? They might give us another clue!"
Splash!
The bucket plunged into the water and soon struck something hard at the bottom.
Scooping up the spirit tablets with a bucket wasn't easy. In the end, Ye Qianfan fetched a long bamboo pole, and together they managed to nudge a tablet into the bucket before hauling it up!
"Huang Yuanjun?"
The paint had peeled off the lettering on the tablet, but fortunately, the characters had been carved into it.
So even though every trace of paint was gone, they could still make out what it said!
"Isn't that one of the names crossed out in the genealogy?"
The moment Ye Qianfan saw those three characters, he recognized the name as one of those crossed out in red in the genealogy. This man had even belonged