"Great Emperor, you are wise!"
Zhao Yi bowed to the great fire in front of him.
Actually, Zhao Yi was thinking:
The Great Emperor truly lives in comfort!
Sitting at home, feet on the Bodhisattva, while a new batch of Zhao family Underworld Ghost Messengers automatically arrive with shackles, and merit is transmitted to him through his disciples.
But Zhao Yi wouldn't say these things openly now.
Li Zhiyuan said, "Alright."
Zhao Yi responded, "You worked hard."
The two walked out of the ancestral hall through the back door and, after a short detour, reached the outer garden.
No matter how far they went, the cries from the ancestral hall could still be heard.
Zhao Yi pointed to an artificial hill in the pond ahead and said, "Old Tian used to like to sit up there behind my back and play."
Li Zhiyuan asked, "Could you play back then?"
Zhao Yi replied, "There were fish in the pond. I liked watching them; like me, they could only thrash about on the bed."
