"Proprietor, have you ever heard about the Buddha-Worship Glazed Tower in Celestial Buddha City? Are there any famous figures there?"
The caravan soon left the vicinity of Yinfeng Mountain. Only after leaving the area did everyone finally let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing else happened on the subsequent journey. They had all been on pins and needles, jumping at every shadow.
Aboard the carriage, Yang An asked the caravan proprietor with keen interest.
"Please, don't call me that. My name is Jia Fugui. Immortal Master, just call me by my name."
The caravan proprietor, Jia Fugui, said with trepidation, not daring to put on airs in front of this Immortal Master.
'I didn't expect this proprietor's name to also be Fugui. What a coincidence.'
Yang An thought of his own Corpse Slave, who had the same name.
