Before long, the group arrived at a luxurious estate.
According to Hua Jianming, their employer was named Xiong Jie. Calling him the richest man in Beitai City would be no exaggeration.
The Xiong Family kept a low profile, however. They had interests in many industries, but always operated behind the scenes.
If such a sprawling estate had not been so conspicuous, many people would never even have heard of the Xiong Family.
Even this estate had not been built by Xiong Jie. It had been passed down from his grandfather's generation.
Xiong Jie's grandfather was the very man whose grave they were relocating.
He had been a truly influential figure in his day. Unfortunately, he had died young, before reaching fifty. Xiong Jie had still been a little kid at the time.
Thirty years later, that little kid had become the head of the Xiong Family.
The group was led to a reception room.
The three of them did not have to wait long before a composed man in his thirties came out.
Upon seeing them, the man walked up to Hua Jianming and shook his hand.
"Mr. Hua, are these the masters you invited to help?"
Xiong Jie looked at Chen Miao, Wang Wei, and Pei Ran as he asked with a smile.
He did not seem at all displeased by their youth.
"Mr. Xiong, these three will be handling the main problem. Ji Hong and I will primarily be dealing with the grave relocation."
Xiong Jie nodded, then shook hands with each of the three.
Once they were seated, Xiong Jie gave them a rough account of what had happened.
After they broke ground at the grave that day, Xiong Jie's son woke up frightened that night. He said he had dreamed of an old man chasing him,