This made King Guilong instantly abandon many of his original thoughts, a lot of things he wanted to say were put aside for now—he wanted to get this matter clear first.
Wen Yan blinked, sharply sensing where the problem was as well.
Combining the hints, he more or less understood: stuff like sharing the same family name, not drowning in water, building temples—probably none of that really mattered much.
Just as he thought, these things were nothing but icing on the cake, not the real point.
Because he'd lived in Nanwu County for several years, he knew full well—if you have ability, then your family name is a natural bond among kin, but if you lack ability, at most you just run into those well-off relatives at ancestor-worship events.
The real reason today's conversation was going smoothly was simply that he had kept his word that day and really cleaned the Stone Archway in the middle of the night.
