Corpse Recovery Diver

The wealthy old man spoke: "I envy you, I too want to lay down this burden and retire early to enjoy my twilight years, but unfortunately, there aren't many younger members in the family who truly show promise."

The skinny old man: "Alright, have a seat everyone."

Liu Yumei sat down.

The people around the round table also slowly took their seats.

Outside the round table, there was another group of people around them, generally appearing somewhat restrained, one might even say... a bit fearful.

Everyone had an individual round stool beneath them.

After the people around the table had sat down, the outer group then sat, but only perch on half of the stool.

A middle-aged man seated at the round table stood up again, picked up the teapot, and poured tea.

After pouring for those at the table, he flicked his fingers, causing a stream of water to flow from the teapot and towards the surroundings.

Those sitting on round stools raised the teacups in their hands to catch the tea, and then continued to hold this position.

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "It's a pity, like a dream or illusion, ultimately lacks some real flavor. I invite you, elders, to visit my humble abode when you have time, and I shall personally brew tea to serve."

Liu Yumei fiddled with the teacup in front of her, gently shaking it, as the tea occasionally appeared like water, and sometimes like mist.

"I have already sent you replies, I will not participate in matters concerning the Yu Family, yet you insist on making this scene, wasting my time."

Originally, Liu Yumei could have happily played cards with her old friends in the afternoon.

The skinny old man: "If the Dragon King were here, this matter would be simple. But who knew the Last Generation Dragon King would fall so early, and the current Dragon King has yet to be decided?

The Yu Family's affairs carry great significance, even if rebellious against morals, it is still the Dragon King's Court.

We people have a responsibility to establish some order for this Jianghu."

Outside Wangjiang Building.

Li Zhiyuan sat on a long bench.

Downstairs was a plaza, bustling with people.

There were small vendors setting up stalls, young couples taking pictures, tourists passing through, and performers entertaining, busy and lively.

But, these people were, in fact, all fake.

Even Li Zhiyuan was fake.

It was the first time in memory that Li Zhiyuan went out with Grandma Liu.

In the past, Liu Yumei wouldn't even leave Grandpa's house.

Playing cards was Liu Jinxia coming to her.

She wouldn't go for walks or strolls; during leisure, she'd either drink tea or design clothes, and when free, she'd talk to the tablets.

This first outing, Grandma Liu indeed gave Li Zhiyuan an "unconventional" experience.

In real reality, Liu Yumei and Li Zhiyuan were currently sitting at a bus station in the city center.

Grandma holding up an umbrella, the grandson sitting beside grandma.

The two were very quiet, but their expressions weren't dull, their eyes occasionally watching people and cars pass by.

In front of them stood a black pole, embedded within it was a token, and in front of the pole were three burning incense sticks.

The incense smoke curled, and passing people and cars seemed unable to see it.

A rickshaw stopped in front of the "grandparent and grandchild", and the rickshaw driver asked in Nantong dialect:

"Where to? Would you like to go? I'll take you there for cheap."

Li Zhiyuan smiled, waved his hand, and said: "No."

The rickshaw driver heard this and continued to persuade: "Come on, the rain is so heavy, who knows when the bus will arrive, take my car and head back instead, saves you from getting wet."

Li Zhiyuan slowly raised his hand: "I won't."

Liu Yumei spoke: "I won't."

The rickshaw driver squinted for a moment, then quietly got back onto his vehicle and pedaled away.

Then, Liu Yumei turned her head to look at the young man sitting beside her.

The young man also raised his head to look at her.

Liu Yumei: "Talent is innate, but how did you train your mind to this level?"

Know that Liu Yumei is currently at a "meeting in Wangjiang Building".

While Li Zhiyuan is sitting "outside at the plaza of Wangjiang Building".

Entering there is like dreaming, and it's a very difficult dream; ordinary Jianghu people, even with this invitation token, don't have the ability to enter.

Yet this young man not only entered, but could also focus on the reality, just recently interacted with the rickshaw driver.

In fact, if not for her just speaking out to "intervene", the raised hand of the young man meant he was about to "intimidate" the rickshaw driver.

Li Zhiyuan: "Grandma, I can't train in martial arts right now, so I can only train in other areas."

Li Zhiyuan indeed was preparing to use skill on the rickshaw driver, experiencing this "scene" for the first time, instinctively wanting to ensure the "grandparent and grandchild" in reality weren't disturbed.

But before he could act, Grandma Liu's single glance "drove away" the driver.

This was a frightening realm of lifting something light.

Li Zhiyuan couldn't discern the depth of Grandma Liu.

As if seeing that bit of confusion in the young man's eyes, Liu Yumei explained: "Grandma trained in martial arts, has an advantage physically. This depth, when you can train in martial arts in the future, you'll find it's not worth mentioning."

Li Zhiyuan: "Grandma, please don't say any more."

Liu Yumei: "It's alright, I'm not guiding you, nor teaching you, you already understand these principles.

Moreover, today I'm merely taking you to attend a meeting, no matter how you view it, it doesn't count as aiding or interfering with providence, no need to worry about grandma coughing up blood, hehe."

Li Zhiyuan nodded.

Liu Yumei looked at the young man, her eyes filled with affection.

People are indeed prone to favoritism, especially when dealing with children.

Smart and considerate children are most endearing.

Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu were raised personally by Liu Yumei; Aunt Liu was quite alright as a child, always quirky and caring, whereas Uncle Qin, since childhood, was like a piece of wood.