"Zhang Fan... This kid must be in his twenties by now, he should have changed a lot." The one-eyed man grinned, flipping the photo over, revealing an address written on the blank back:
Hongfu Garden, Building 73, Unit A, Room 903.
"Hongfu Garden..." The one-eyed man muttered the name, casually stuffing the crumpled photo into his pocket.
...
Yujing City, Fang Mountain.
Black clouds crossed the sky, obscuring the bright moon. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and a lightning bolt sliced through the sky, illuminating a clay temple hidden in the mountains.
"Brother, why did you come here?"
The mountain wind rose as Xiong Qianxing braved the wind to reach the clay temple, standing at the entrance where Xiong Qianshan was.
"You've got some nerve to act in the ancestral shrine," Xiong Qianshan said without turning his head.
"Brother, you already know?" Xiong Qianxing's expression changed slightly.
He didn't expect that his actions had already reached Xiong Qianshan.
