"Alright, take care, senior."
Without wasting any words, Li Yan and the others bade farewell to Shi Laonian and hastily made their way back to Hangzhou…
.........
At the same time, Sha Lifei, Fatty Lin, and others finally arrived at the Yu Hang Lin Family's Old Mansion.
In the twilight of the East Street in Yu Hang County, the Lin Mansion stood silent like an aging giant beast.
The three-yard-wide bluestone gate towered, with ridge swallowing all the beams, and a dusty plaque of Golden Rattan Wood hung above the entrance.
The words "Jiangsu and Zhejiang Salt Iron First House" had been eroded by wind and frost, losing its sharp edges.
Wang Daoxuan had yet to respond, his face somewhat pale.
From a distance, he gazed at it, a flicker of color in his eyes, "The mansion sits at the Ziwu axis, Dragon and Tiger embracing, excellent Fengshui! But, alas..."
