"Ah Xiong, truly popular, even in Yihai Prefecture, it's the same."
Bai Ming looked up, observing Uncle Yang preparing the carriage and horses, and the martial arts practitioners in neat attire, as well as the sword-carrying Daoist child who was about the same height as himself.
One is from the Thirteen High Gates of Yihai Prefecture, the other is the incense ties from Master...
These two are not so surprising, after all, there are some connections.
But the people from the Daoist Temple, why have they come?
Bai Ming's little head was filled with confusion.
Soon, he admired his elder brother even more.
When Bai Qi stayed in Black River County, places like Chai Market, Fire Kiln, and various big households were constantly sending invitation cards.
Not to mention others who sought help or a way in.
Most of them were dismissed with reasons like "practicing," "busy," or "not at home."
