While Sun Yiqiu was still in a daze, Sun Yaya's Father returned carrying water buckets. Sun Yiqiu hurried over to help, and together they poured the water into the large vat beside the stall. As they worked, Sun Yiqiu told him about what had just happened, then took out the brocade pouch for his father to inspect once they had finished.
Sun Yaya's Father held the brocade pouch and examined it closely.
"This brocade pouch is exquisitely crafted. It doesn't look cheap. From what you said, unless that customer was mad, he might have been some master. When we close the stall later, I'll take it to the old temple steward at the City God Temple and have him see whether there's anything wrong with it. If there isn't, you can keep it."
Sun Yiqiu actually liked the brocade pouch quite a bit. It was small and delicate, and the embroidered words were exceptionally beautiful.
Sure enough, after examining it, the temple steward at the City God Temple told Sun Yaya's Father that there was nothing wrong with the brocade pouch. However, the talisman was not a common design, and he did not recognize what had been drawn. As for whether it worked or not, he could not say.
Meanwhile, the strange customer Sun Yiqiu had mentioned was hurrying along the road. A journey that would have taken an ordinary person two or three days took him less than two hours. He had now arrived before the gates of an old residence in Desheng Prefecture.
This grand estate covered a vast area, yet possessed great charm. Its buildings ranged from new to old and had been repaired several times. The plaque over the entrance bore only the simple words "Wei Manor." This was the Wei Family Ancestral Home.
Yet nowadays,