Zhou Xuan returned to the shop, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep immediately, having used the Wash Away Injustice Talisman all night, leaving his spirit utterly drained.
He slept until three in the afternoon when a burst of commotion woke him up. From the sounds of it, a sizable group of people had gathered on the ground floor of the shop.
He dressed, tidied up, and headed downstairs, only to find seven or eight strangers in the shop, some carrying painting boards, all chatting pleasantly with Yun Ziliang.
Upon noticing Zhou Xuan, before he could even ask a question, the group bowed in unison and said, "Good day, Young Master."
"And who might you all be?"
"Oh, we're all teachers from Hui Feng Medical College."
Hui Feng Medical College was under the auspices of the Bone Elder Association. Being a teacher at the college was essentially synonymous with being part of the Bone Elder Association.
"Why have you come to my shop?"
