Under the guidance of the Black Feathered Chicken, Chen Nan quickly walked to the left.
"It's been hundreds of years, yet this place is still the same, nothing has changed." The Black Feathered Chicken clamored, "Kid, turn left, then right, yes, that shabby house right ahead."
The shabby house mentioned by the Black Feathered Chicken wasn't truly shabby; on the contrary, it was a very impressive ancient architectural building.
The Black Feathered Chicken stood on Chen Nan's shoulder and said, "Kid, go knock on the door."
Facing the Black Feathered Chicken's haughty demeanor, Chen Nan forcefully resisted the urge to smack it and walked over to knock twice on the door. A hoarse voice came from inside, "Who is it? Who's making noise so early in the morning?"
Chen Nan looked up at the sun—it was already past ten in the morning. Was it still early?
The Black Feathered Chicken loudly called out, "Old man, come out; the Chicken Lord is here to see you."
