The Purifying Witch, Xiaozhao, was taken aback. "Grandpa's back?"
"Yes! He could have come back at any time, but he chose now of all times!" The old man patted his chest to catch his breath. "The Fifteenth Generation heard about this and said he wants to meet our two guests from the outside!"
"Grandpa wants to see them?" Xiaozhao's tone grew tense. "Does Grandpa think... I did something wrong?"
"That's not it. Since our two guests are determined to interfere in Jingtang's Purification Ceremony, it can't proceed without a proper explanation. That would only lead to more sorrow," the old man said reassuringly.
Zheng Xiu stood up. Ever since he'd learned this matter might be related to a "strange case," he had been warily scanning his surroundings, worried that the events here might attract Ye Weiyang. But this place was on the remote southwestern border of Daqian. Forget Ye Weiyang and the imperial garrison; there wasn't even a County Magistrate.
