Lin Zhenbei's fists clenched hard as he kept muttering to himself, "This is my own flesh and blood, this is my own flesh and blood," which helped him suppress the anger in his heart.
In the end, the matter was settled; it was still Lin Baihu who would take care of the investigation.
Outside Hidden Dragon Temple, Yi Chenli bid farewell to Lin Zhenbei and his son as they stepped out.
At that moment, Lin Zhenbei seemed to remember something and couldn't help but inquire,
"Master Taoist, I have a good friend in the county city who cannot return home due to official business."
"His grandmother is not doing well, and he asked me to find an expert to manage the funeral. Do you have the time, Master Taoist?"
"Ah?" Yi Chen was startled for a moment before blurting out, "How much silver is the family offering? It's not like before, you know. My charges are quite expensive now."
Lin Zhenbei held up a finger.