The patriarchs from the various villages eventually departed.
Peace returned to Dawan Village.
However, before Shen Changchuan could collect himself and take stock of the spoils from slaying Old Ghost Song and the others days earlier,
within the main hall,
Han Qinhu walked in, leading two children of about eight or nine years old, a faint trace of joy on his face.
The two children, one tall and one skinny, were dressed in old, coarse linen clothes.
Their faces held the uneasy expression of those about to meet a person of great importance.
"Come, pay respects to your Immortal Master."
Without the slightest hesitation, the two children immediately fell to their knees, kowtowing to Shen Changchuan in a grand salute.
"Greetings, Immortal Master!"
Shen Changchuan was a little puzzled seeing these two children, but he waved his hand nonetheless.
"Rise."
Then, Shen Changchuan turned his gaze to Han Qinhu.
"Grandfather, these two children are...?"
