It is said that objects can trigger memories of people; it's just like that. Yang Xiao knew very well that his grand-uncle must have thought of his senior brother from years ago when he saw him, the previous owner of the shredded Daoist robe. He didn't expect that being hunted down by the Daoist robe old ghost would turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
"Pack your things, and if there's nothing pressing, you should leave Xiang Ma Town as soon as possible. There's trouble brewing lately, and it's best not to invite unnecessary complications," Senior Brother Qingfeng continued, "I'll look after your business affairs here in Xiang Ma Town for you."
"Then I must trouble Senior Brother to take care of this," Yang Xiao replied.
"We're family, no need for politeness."
