Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang's expression became even more respectful, bordering on obsequious.

Dear readers, you can imagine him as a translator who offered his wife to the Japanese devils.

"Yes, of course I know him!"

"Sir, it's unfortunate that you're looking for the young master Huang; he's not home."

Is there anything I can pass on?

The old man was clearly very satisfied with Zhao Youliang's current attitude.

"Alright, you're much better than that old man's friend; at least you can speak a few words like a human being."

"Since that's the case, I won't tease you anymore. Let's get straight to the point: Did he go to find 'Master Qingfeng' for you?"

Seeing that the old man knew even such private matters, Zhao Youliang became even more convinced that the newcomer was formidable.

He quickly replied, "Yes, they've been gone for seven or eight days!"

"Sir, have you met the young man from the Huang family?"

Upon hearing Zhao Youliang's admission, the old man let out a cold snort and slowly stood up from the rattan chair.

"It's all because of you, you brat, that my child is in jail!"

"To be honest, in order to invite a more powerful Qingfeng Sect Leader for you, that fool actually went and provoked that mad ghost."

"Now look what's happened, we're being held captive and can't get back!"

"To be honest, I'm not afraid of that madman, but the one who tied the knot must untie it."

"Since this matter originated from you, then you should be the one to resolve it!"

After saying this, the old man flicked his sleeves and turned to leave, leaving only a map on the rattan chair—a very old-fashioned map.

The map clearly marked a location, which must be the place the "madman" the other party mentioned.