"Now that you've smoked and had your iced tea, can we continue?" Di Junxiong asked, trying to suppress his anger, as if his patience had reached its limit.
Jiao Yuhang didn't make any more unreasonable demands, nodded, and said, "I was just talking about how the disciple was instructed by his master to head to the village where the Dry Bone Stake was buried years ago.
There were three disciples in total when they went, but upon reaching the village, they found there was only one household left, with just one person—a man who seemed over eighty years old.
After some inquiries, they learned that this old man was one of the witnesses when the Dry Bone Stake was hammered in all those years ago.
As time passed, other villagers had moved away, left, died, or fled.
He was the only one who remained out of gratitude, willing to stay and make offerings for those who unjustly died to save the village and even all the people within a few dozen miles back then."
