"Not everyone knows about the Yan Sect Branch; we might be a bit conspicuous. Let's not cause trouble for others and find a place to lodge and rest. Tonight, Old Sha and I will go over."
Kong Shangzhao hesitated for a moment, "Brother Li, my father's shop is just two streets away. Why don't we go there first and have someone arrange a clean place to rest?"
"Hahaha..."
Sha Lifei chuckled, "Scholar, what are you afraid of? Just say you want to see your father, and it's perfect — we'll pay our respects too."
"Yes, thank you, Uncle Sha."
Kong Shangzhao nodded gratefully and quickly led the way, taking the group through the damp bluestone-paved alleys, arriving at a rather grand shop with the plaque "Kong's Silk Shop" hanging outside.
However, upon stepping inside, Kong Shangzhao was stunned.
The shopkeeper behind the counter and the busy clerks were all unfamiliar faces!
"Young, Young Master?!"
