Yu Hang County, ancestral residence of the Lin Family.
The once bustling "Jiangsu and Zhejiang Salt Iron First House" gatehouse now appeared particularly empty and desolate.
Most of the servants had been dismissed, the storeroom inventory sealed, leaving only a few loyal old servants to guard the gate.
Fatty Lin stood in the courtyard, gazing at the empty hall and the withered rockery pine and cypress, sighed deeply.
This sigh contained both nostalgia and the relief of unloading a heavy burden.
"Let's go." He turned and said to the few people behind him.
Wang Daoxuan's Daoist robe was tidy, his complexion still somewhat pale from the loss of blood, but his eyes were clear, and his wound to the Divine Soul had stabilized.
Kong Shangzhao still dressed as a scholar, carrying a backpack, his eyes calm.
Kuai Dayou was full of excitement, eager for the sea voyage.
"The Lin Family... is it really like this?"
Kong Shangzhao shook his head slightly, with a touch of sentiment.
