Old Liu quietly cleared his throat, gently pushing away the flatteries and sycophantic support of the relatives, and looked up at the crowd gathered at the entrance of Sanlang's house.
There were those with envy, those with jealousy, and those with both envy and jealousy. Various emotions surged on the faces of the villagers, making people forget how they once despised and criticized Liu Ji.
A person whose essence was not exactly good had been spoken of by the villagers as if he were a child of fate, saying all his previous misdeeds were because he was no ordinary person but a reincarnation of Wenquxing, naturally different from ordinary mortals.
Listening to these words, Old Liu almost got lost in them. He quickly glanced at Qin Yao.
Her expression was calm, with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, showing that she was also happy.
