Blind Liu had only one disciple, Ding Youtian, and he had watched him grow up since he was a child. Naturally, he knew Ding Youtian's character very well and was not worried at all that no one would erect a tombstone to mourn him a hundred years later.

After a few words, it was getting late, so he said, "Tell the boy surnamed Huo that whether it's Prince Zhao or Feng Qingzi, they're nowhere to be found, alive or dead. Just let them remain unsolved and don't bother with them. As for Lao Wu and Lu, Lu is probably gone too."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Guoguo who was lying beside the brazier, and he raised his chin, "Take it to the mass grave. The old blind man is tired."

A mass grave? Ding Youtian pressed his brows together, recalling the figures of the five assassins from the previous incident. Two of the men were similar in build to the fifth, and the female assassin also matched Lu's identity. Unclaimed death row prisoners were hastily buried in a mass grave after execution. It really was a good idea.

He slapped his forehead and said, "Master is indeed the real master. Thank you."

Guoguo, who was lying on the side, stood up and ran out before Ding Youtian left. Blind Liu, who had originally stood up and planned to see Ding Youtian out before locking the gate, also sat down.

"Go to bed early." Ding Youtian put on his cloak and came out of the room. Guoguo had already opened the gate to the courtyard. Huo Jincheng, who had returned, strode towards him with a scroll in his hand.

"Why are you here again?" Ding Youtian thought to himself that he had come at the perfect time and could leave the grave digging to him. But when his eyes fell on the scroll in his hand, he was suddenly startled and subconsciously stopped him, "My master has gone to bed. Let's talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."

"Get out of the way." Huo Jincheng said in a deep voice.

"Let him in." Blind Liu said in the house.

Huo Jincheng side-shouldered Ding Youtian and glared at him as he entered. "Uncle." Huo Jincheng walked into the room and unfolded the scroll. "I have a painting I'd like to ask for your approval."

Blind Liu lowered his eyes, picked up a piece of wind-blown meat with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it a few times nonchalantly, and after swallowing it, he said, "This old blind man can only tell fortunes and read faces, but he can't appreciate paintings. I'm afraid you've come to the wrong temple."

After saying this, he slowly raised his eyes. His eyes, with more white than black, looked like a quack in Huo Jincheng's eyes. There was greed and cunning in his eyes, without a trace of the wisdom in the eyes of the people in the painting.

He stared at Blind Liu for a long while, but no matter how hard he looked, he could not see any resemblance between him and the person in the painting. Even his demeanor was different; only the facial shape matched.

Is he really too suspicious?

He looked at Blind Liu, who looked at the painting in his hands, secretly praising Xiao Shi. He had copied his portrait from memory, even capturing the old spirit. It wasn't a perfect resemblance, but it was more than ninety percent.

"Mr. Huo, do you want this old blind man to show the face of the person in the painting?" Blind Liu rolled his eyes and teased.

Huo Jincheng rolled up the portrait and said, "I'm sorry for being so rude. To apologize, I'll give you some foot bath to help you recover from your fatigue."

Next to the charcoal basin stood an iron kettle with boiling water, steam rising from its spout. He tried to find a wooden basin but was stopped by Ding Youtian. "Are you serious about not having a master? If you want to show your filial piety, go back and bathe your own master's feet. It's not your turn to serve my master, Ding."

"Hehe." Blind Liu laughed and said, "The young master of the Taifu family is willing to bathe the old blind man's feet. This is a blessing for the old blind man. Why are you, a wicked disciple, obstructing him? Hurry up and get the basin. You don't have the filial piety yourself, but you are hindering others? Go quickly, don't make the old blind man angry."

As he spoke, he lifted up his left foot and took off the cloth boots. A pungent smell immediately filled the air, and even Guoguo ran away immediately.

Seeing that he was still trying to unbind his feet, Huo Jincheng took two steps back and held his breath, saying, "Since your disciple wants to show his filial piety, I'll give him the opportunity. Farewell."

Before he finished speaking, he had already flashed to the door, turned around and strode away.

"Brother Huo, wait a minute. I have something to tell you." Ding Youtian chased after him, catching up with him outside the courtyard. He exhaled several times, "My master's feet stink even in the summer. I'm trying to stop you out of kindness, don't you know?"

"Humph, you want me to thank you for chasing you out?"

"No, no!" Ding Youtian waved his hand. "I have something I want to ask you. If you're willing to help, then help. If not, I'll go find Uncle Wei or Brother Ma."

"Don't you have a master or something?" Huo Jincheng then repeated the words to him, "If you have any questions, go to your master. Don't bother my master."

"Will you help me or not? If you don't help me find Uncle Wei, you know I don't have any other skills, but I'm good at throwing tantrums and pestering him. He will definitely not be able to withstand my pestering."

As he was about to leave, Huo Jincheng frowned and stopped him, "What's the matter?"

Ding Youtian grinned and said, "It's a small matter, of course. It's a small matter for you, but it's a big deal for me. I'm timid, unlike you. You're a first-rank sword-bearing guard, skilled and courageous. Apart from you, no one else might have the courage to handle this matter. Even Brother Ma might not have it."

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business."

"Come with me to the mass grave."

"Where to dig up the body?"

"Forget it, I'd better go find Uncle Wei." Ding Youtian said as he raised his foot to leave. "Stop!" Huo Jincheng stopped him. "My master has gone to bed. Why bother disturbing him with such a small matter? I'll go with you."

Ding Youtian gathered his cloak and said, "It would have been better if you had been so refreshed earlier. Wait, don't sleep, I'll come and call you later."

"If you want to go, go now. Why are you dawdling?"

"I'm different from you. I have a wife, so I have to go back and say hello to her. It's so windy outside waiting in the clinic, and it'll be too expensive to get medicine if you catch a cold."

Huo Jincheng didn't return to the clinic, fearing he'd disturb Weidong's sleep. He'd gone in to get the portrait because Ding Youtian's words had made him think something was amiss. Ding Youtian had only studied for a few years, living in the tiny village of Dingxian. How could he have such profound knowledge? Unless someone around him could teach him.

Although Huo Jincheng never thought that Blind Liu could be Nanyangzi, Ding Youtian's master was only Blind Liu. After much thought, he came back to get the portrait. Weidong thought he was on night duty and asked him a question. He didn't want to go in again and disturb him.

Huo Jincheng thought Ding Youtian would come out right away, but it was Jian Ning who came out. He sneered, "Why, he doesn't dare to go himself, but sends you, a woman, instead?"

"What's wrong with being a woman? In our family, women work outside and men work inside. Is that not okay?" Jian Ning threw Ding Youtian's cloak to him. Ding Youtian said he would probably be waiting outside, so he asked her to bring it to him to keep warm. "I'll get something. If you don't want to wait inside, you can wait here."

Jian Ning went to the side courtyard where Lao Wu and his family lived in Old Ding's house, which was also the courtyard where Ding Youtian and Xiu Gu lived in the past. She sneaked into Lao Wu and Lu's room. Lao Wu's children slept in their former rooms. This room had not been occupied for a long time and had a musty smell. Meng was so lazy that she didn't even bother to clean it.

She rummaged through Lao Wu and Lu's clothes, shoes, and socks, rolled them up in a cloth, and bundled them up. When she returned, she threw them to Huo Jincheng. As she turned to leave, Huo Jincheng stopped her, "Hey, I'm here to help you guys in the middle of the night. You won't let me go alone, will you?"