Almost every pedestrian on the street kept turning back to look at them, as if they had flowers growing on their faces.

"What's going on?"

Ji Fanya reached out and touched his face, then looked up at Di Moyu in confusion and asked, "Master and Senior Brother don't have anything on their faces, so is it something on my face?"

"No."

Di Moyu responded lightly, his cold and handsome brows furrowing slightly.

The pedestrians' reactions were indeed a bit strange. Rather than fear, it was more like awe, and they were full of curiosity, even with a hint of excitement.

Even Di Moyu couldn't quite understand these complex emotions.

However, one thing is certain: these people have no malicious intent.

It wasn't until everyone had crossed the city and arrived at the central square that they understood the reason.

Three statues stand prominently in the huge circular plaza.

One was a tall and handsome young man, holding a pretty little girl of about five years old in his arms, with a young man carrying a small black cauldron on his shoulder beside him.

The figures in the sculpture are unmistakably those of the three of them, and the sculpture is so lifelike that it bears a striking resemblance to them.

"Master, those three people look just like us!"

Ji Fanya looked up, somewhat bewildered, and said, "Moreover, even the pots are the same."

"It's not just a feeling, it is."

Only then did Di Moyu understand why the pedestrians on the road kept looking at them.

"Our benefactors, our benefactors, you've returned!"

Just then, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of them, led by the old woman and her grandson who had led everyone to kneel and see them off. "We thought we would never see them again in this lifetime, this is truly an immense honor for us!"

"this…"

Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, the three of them were somewhat at a loss.

There are too many people, whose question should I answer first?

"Alright everyone, please calm down. Our benefactors have come all the way from Bangdu and must be tired. Let's invite them to the city lord's mansion to rest for a while."

At this moment, the old man at the head of the group waved his hand to quiet everyone down before stepping forward and looking at Jun Feijue, saying, "My benefactor, this old woman is highly regarded by everyone and has become one of the elders in the city. Since the city lord is away on business, this old woman will be in charge of entertaining him."

"No."

However, Di Moyu gently shook his head and said, "Let's hurry on our way and not linger any longer."

"I see. In that case, we can't force you to stay."

Upon hearing this, the old woman paused for a moment, then said somewhat reluctantly, "However, we have something to give to this little benefactor Ji, please wait a moment."

"For me?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Fanya looked puzzled, but he still stood there and waited.

The old woman quickly walked to the sculpture, reached out and pressed a button on what looked like a mechanism below, and the black cauldron in Ji Fanya's hand on the sculpture descended.

Then, the old woman stepped forward and took out a small box from the tripod.

“After the group left, we rebuilt Dongxing Building and then found it in a buried, abandoned well in the backyard.”

The old woman carefully handed the box to Ji Fanya. "The abandoned well was very damp and infested with insects and ants, but this box was still intact inside. We thought it must be something special, so we kept it and are waiting for our benefactor to return it someday."

"But I'm not sure if it's mine."

Ji Fanya looked at the box and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Father never told me I had this."