Indeed, He Jinxuan had done his homework. If it were something else, Uncle Liang probably wouldn't accept it given his nature. But Uncle Liang had a strong addiction to smoking, and only this could touch his heart.
In the end, Uncle Liang took it: "Alright, consider it a hardship fee from you, kid."
They walked for over half an hour to get there. The place was very secluded, and without a guide, it would be hard to find.
Xinyan carefully memorized the route along the way, fearing she might take the wrong path next time.
Uncle Liang pointed to a grave mound: "It's right there."
As they approached, he spoke while tidying up with the shovel he brought: "Old Master Gu, after so many years, finally a descendant has come to visit you. Even if one day I can't make it anymore, I can be at ease."
At this moment, large snowflakes began to fall.
