Chapter 33: Quanfu
Li Quanqing's last visit to his uncle's home was when it was as bustling as a marketplace, with guests crowding like clouds, and the exterior crowded with clansmen coming to present gifts.
But now, it had become so quiet that even sparrows shunned it.
More precisely, even sparrows would disdain this place, with cobwebs on the signboard, stone gates half-closed, and the courtyard overgrown with fragrant grass.
"Bad luck! Bad luck!"
An old man, passing by with his grandson, spat towards the courtyard wall, his eyes filled with disgust.
Cultivators have very good memories, almost photographic.
Li Quanqing remembered this old fellow; he was the one who respectfully queued outside his uncle's door, bearing gifts last time.
He had also looked down on the big green fish he brought as a gift for being too common.
Who would have thought that times would change and people's hearts would turn so fickle!
"Greetings to the master!"
Old Deng's eyes lit up when he saw the Magic Robe on him, and he quickly pulled his grandson along to bow and hurry over. "Qian'er, don't you hurry to pay respects to the Artifact Refiner master!"