Since he was an elder, I dared not take any action. Wu Jian and I determined that the old man couldn’t see Lulu and the others, so we decided to say that the giant pot was overturned by Huang Xiaolong. If that didn’t work, the long shirt person could take the blame.

Watching the old man beat Huang Xiaolong, I shook hands with Wu Jian to finalize our agreement.

Eventually, Huang Xiaolong limped over with resentment on his face followed by the old man who was still very angry.

“This is my great-grandfather.” Huang Xiaolong threw his hand back and made a casual introduction.

When the old man heard this, he used his shoe to pat Huang Xiaolong’s head.

Huang Xiaolong said with anger, “Why are you still hitting me?”

The old man stared at him and said, “You got a problem?”

Huang Xiaolong's chest rapidly inflated several times, but he lowered his head and said, “No.”

The old man put his shoe back on. Then he looked at me and Wu Jian coldly.

My nerves, which had been relieved when the old man put on his shoes, were suddenly strained again. I just looked at him and laughed foolishly.

The old man looked at me in disgust and said to Wu Jian, “Why do you knock over my soup?”

Wu Jian looked at Huang Xiaolong for a moment, then pointed to the monster and said, “Venerable sir, I am sorry. The monster was so ferocious that we couldn't stop it.”

Suddenly, the old man took off his shoes again and both Wu Jian and I took a step back at the same time. Then the old man soundly hit Huang Xiaolong on his head again.

“Oh my god! What are you doing?” Huang Xiaolong screamed in pain.

The old man just said with hate, “You still say that it wasn’t you?”

“It really wasn’t!” Huang Xiaolong felt very aggrieved.

The old man obviously didn't believe him. He pointed to Wu Jian and said, “I've been looking at him while he’s been talking. If it wasn't you, why does he keep looking at you?”

Huang Xiaolong looked at Wu Jian resentfully. When the cloth shoe in the old man’s hand was about to drop again, he stretched out his right hand and connected his thumb and little finger together, making the promise symbol. “I swear in god’s name, I definitely didn’t overturn great grandpa's Nourishing Soul Soup.”

The old man's hand stopped abruptly less than a centimeter from Huang Xiaolong, then he turned his head and looked at Wu Jian. “Interesting! I am really good at hunting geese, but today my eyes have been pecked by the goose. I know it must have been you because the officials are always good at acting.”

Wu Jian's face was startled and when he was about to speak, the old man continued, “I didn’t think he dared to swear in god’s name. Be ready to die!”.

After he finished his word, the cloth shoe was thrown at Wu Jian. However, Wu Jian’s reflexes were quick. He raised his right hand to stop the shoe and clenched his left hand as if he wanted to make a counterattack. However, the cloth shoe still hit Wu Jian heavily in the face. After that, no matter how Wu Jian dodged, the shoe in the old man’s hand always fell hard on his head.

Huang Xiaolong continued to look at me with a resentful look. “Why didn't Great-Grandpa hit you?”

I was about to speak, but I immediately stopped and just looked at Huang Xiaolong with a blank face. “Ah. What?”

Huang Xiaolong gave me a thumbs up, then the two of us just looked at Wu Jian in silence.

As Wu Jian tried to escape, I looked at Yan'er. Sure enough, Yan'er’s face had grown dark and she held Sister Hua’s arm tightly. She looked like she was scared.

After half an hour, the old man stopped, then came over and asked Huang Xiaolong, “You know this soup?”

Huang Xiaolong was stunned, then quickly answered, “I've seen it in my family’s books.”

The old man nodded his head and looked very happy. Then he looked at the residue on the ground and a trace of regret flashed through his eyes. He shook his head and smiled bitterly. “That's it.”

“Grandpa, how can you be here?” Huang Xiaolong suddenly became very curious.

The old man sighed. “Do you mean why does my family say I'm dead when I'm still here?”

“No. No,” Huang Xiaolong felt a little embarrassed and shook his head again and again.

The old man waved his hand, saying, “Never mind. I also think I’m dead. I've been in this place for almost 20 years, and you've grown up.”

20 years. Huang Xiaolong and I look at each other, startled. The palace was found only a few months ago. If the old man really stayed for 20 years, then how did he get in?

My heart was full of doubts, but the old man seemed to have no intention of explaining. He stepped towards the huge pot on the ground, picked it up and looked at it. Seeing that there was not a drop left in it, he could not help sighing again.

I thought the old man must be very sad, so I found a new conversation topic. “Grandpa? Do you know a man named Huang Shuai? We just heard his name called.”

Then the old man frowned. “Why are you looking for Huang Shuai? He is not a good person.”

I explained the situation between Lulu and Huang Shuai, and the old man listened carefully. Then he said, “Do you mean that that ghost is with you?”

I nodded slowly, afraid of scaring this old man.

The old man did not speak, but Huang Xiaolong was a little worried. “Great-grandpa, you...”

I didn't know what Huang Xiaolong meant to say, so I waited until he said doubtfully, “Grandpa, you are a spiritual genius and your strength is far above my parents’.”

The old man shook his head. “I am not a genius. I can't see the ghost now, but maybe I will be able to see it after a long time.”

All eyes were fixed on the old man, and he continued. “Do you know where we are?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“This is Ping Shan. Do you know what Ping Shan is?”

Everyone shook their heads again.

“Ping Shan is the legendary place between yin and yang, the fair land. The people who practice here will become ordinary people and ghosts will become ordinary ghosts. As long as the public wind appears, everything becomes fair.”

I was shocked and confused by his words, then I turned and looked at all the women. Sister Hua’s face had changed. Maybe she believed that what the old man said was true.

“Wu Rui, tell my words to the old man.” Sister Hua walked a few steps towards me.

I nodded and then explained to the old man what I’d be doing. He nodded and prepared to listen to my words.

“Dear old man, when will the fair wind blow?” I asked for Sister Hua.

The old man looked at the sky, saying, “Tomorrow night at the latest, but it could be as soon as tonight.”