Her last kinsman had also been reduced to living in Old Linzi.
Although he was said to be guarding the entrance, in reality, without the token, one simply couldn't enter the clan's territory.
Living here alone was practically equivalent to being semi-exiled.
The old man had feared his decisive and efficient younger sister since childhood, and now he dared not refuse her.
But he was still stubborn and insisted on taking so of his belongings.
He entered the wooden hut; it was extrely dim, lacking even a lamp.
The old man brought out a small box and decided to take it with him.
Granny Fox glanced at the blackish substance in the pot, and her eyes reddened slightly.
Any last bit of hesitation and internal struggle she felt completely dissipated at that mont.
She had originally wanted to ask why, when she returned last year and had given him a card with several hundred thousand yuan on it, he was now eating this kind of food.
But seeing her elder brother's awkward and uneasy deanor, she swallowed her words. There was no need to ask.
She knew where the money had gone without asking.
She took another look at the dark wooden box.
"What's this? I have everything where I live. Just co with , and we'll buy whatever you need at the supermarket."
"These are just so old things I've kept."
The old man opened the wooden box. Inside were various odds and ends: toys, envelopes, and even a yellowed stamp album.
Granny Fox couldn't help but shed tears. She actually had so many questions.
Why had things changed so much in just one year?
But after careful consideration, she realized it was probably because the clan had to maintain a basic facade of dignity during the New Year period. And she only ever returned during the New Year. This sudden return, and seeing all this, had completely changed her mindset.
She helped the old man pack his belongings—things that looked like junk but were deeply familiar. Just as they were about to leave, a voice ca from outside.
"Old Five, where are you? Huh, I sll an outsider."
Granny Fox walked out of the wooden hut and saw two thuggish-looking young n outside. Her expression turned cold.
"Hey, Old Five—" one of the young n began. He caught sight of Granny Fox, and just as he was about to say more, he saw her glare. Instantly, his own hand transford into a claw and slapped him across the face.
In an instant, three bloody claw marks appeared on his cheek.
Granny Fox glanced back at the old man, who looked like he wanted to say sothing, then took his hand and pulled him away from the hut.
"'You have no manners. Slap your own faces,' Granny Fox said, glaring at the two young n. That one glance was enough to make them freeze in terror, their hands involuntarily rising to strike themselves."
Whatever they tried to say was forcefully interrupted by their own slaps.
Granny Fox led the old man by the hand and left without looking back. She had no plans to return.
She had no plans to ever co back to this place.
Even the young foxes were so ill-mannered, a stark contrast to the clan territory she rembered.
Whether they clung to their Immortality or perished, it didn't matter to her anymore; she was done with them.
Originally, she had thought that with her kinsman here and getting on in years, she should consider their family ties. That was why she had planned to co back and persuade the Wicked Leader to surrender, to avoid implicating the other foxes in the clan territory. But now, she felt this godforsaken place was rotten to the core, right down to the next generation. Even the Nine-Tails Bloodline from over a decade ago, however rebellious they might have been, weren't this ill-mannered.
Granny Fox took the old man, and they left by car. Seeing her brother so afraid of dirtying the vehicle, as if terrified of being scolded, made her heart ache, and tears welled in her eyes.
Only a year since she'd last returned, and things had co to this.
「Half an hour after they left Old Linzi」
The two young n who had been forced to slap their own faces finally regained control of their bodies. With their mouths bruised and swollen, they hurried back to report what had happened.
About ten minutes later, Granny Fox's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, snorted coldly, and answered the call.
"What's the matter? Is that ill-mannered brat your descendant?"
"Hu Wui, what is the aning of this!"
"What do I an? What the hell are you blabbering about with ?
"Last New Year, I gave the clan five million and left several hundred thousand for my fifth brother.
"What kind of life is my fifth brother living now?
"And just after the New Year, my fourth brother passed away, and my fifth brother is so destitute he can't even afford a phone!
"What in God's na are you talking about?
"Let tell you straight: from this day forward, we have no more ties with you people.
"If you're determined to court disaster, then go right ahead and die!"
Granny Fox vented for several minutes, then hung up and blocked the number—all in one smooth motion.
The person on the other end kept redialing, only to be t with a busy signal. Their face turned livid with rage.
「...」
Wen Yan hung up the call with Granny Fox. Less than three hours later, he received an express delivery.
The so-called token was a necklace. Its pendant featured a small, irregularly shaped, sky-blue gem embedded in the center.
He examined it carefully for a long ti before the system prompt seed to reluctantly offer so information.
"xx Fragnt.
"A gem containing a trace of Spatial Power. It can be used to guide one's direction in a specific, fixed location.
"When carrying this item to travel to that fixed location, the risk of getting lost in the Void plumts to 1%.
"It's not of much use to you."
Seeing the prompt, Wen Yan thought, How could this be useless? Its usefulness was imnse! Without this item, how could he go to that specific place? How could he bring others with him? He couldn't possibly go alone to stir up trouble in another clan's territory, could he?
Having obtained the token and confird that he could make the journey, Wen Yan began to muster people.
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