"Hm? Who is that figure?"
Zhang Tian's normally lazy spirit instantly tensed.
His gaze was fixed on the figure outside the window.
He was far too familiar with the shadows of the old man and the young man.
Were they not the same young man and old man he had met in Beili a few months ago?
Zhang Tian remembered that he had exchanged a Spirit Gathering Pill for some information about Cangxi.
He hadn't expected to meet them again so soon.
"Let's go take a look!"
Without hesitation, Zhang Tian rushed down.
Perhaps he could still glean some information.
He arrived outside, but the grandfather and grandson had already disappeared into the crowd.
Zhang Tian looked around at the people, carefully sensing the auras among them.
The old man cultivated. Although his cultivation was good, there would still be some fluctuations in his aura.
As Zhang Tian gradually calmed his mind, his gaze gradually shifted towards a certain spot.
That spot was exactly where the two had just departed.
Without hesitation, Zhang Tian rushed over.
Soon, amidst the crowd, two figures reappeared.
"Grandpa, we'll have a good winter this year," the young man said, a smile of excitement on his face.
"Yes, the sheep are well, and the fodder is abundant. This winter will be a warm one," the old man said with a hint of emotion. "It's all thanks to our trip to Beili; otherwise, it wouldn't have had this effect."
"Mhm, since we've returned, the people in the clan clearly have a different opinion of us now. Even Auntie is polite to us," the young man said, a smile appearing on his face.
"Yes, my cultivation might even break through. Perhaps they see that I am getting further and further from death, and they are afraid," the old man mused. "Don't worry, as long as Grandpa is alive, Little Tu can live safely."
The old man said this and gently stroked his grandson's head.
"Ahem, this is a society of laws."
As the two walked and talked, Zhang Tian's voice suddenly cut in.
The old man trembled, instinctively wondering if he had misheard.
But when he turned around, he was stunned.
Zhang Tian was standing right behind them, a faint smile on his face.
In an instant, the old man felt a chill run down his spine.
Although it was night that day, the old man was not blind and had clearly seen Zhang Tian's appearance.
Seeing him again now, the old man was clearly a little surprised.
"It's you!"
"How did you appear in Cangxi?" the young man asked first, his face full of astonishment.
Seeing this, the old man glared at the young man.
"Little Tu, don't be rude."
"May I ask, sir, have you come specifically to find us this time?" the old man asked, his tone tinged with respect.
Zhang Tian looked at the old man.
He spoke slowly.
"I didn't come looking for you this time; I have other purposes. By the way, it's getting late, how about..."
Zhang Tian glanced at the time, a smile on his face.
The old man was taken aback. Zhang Tian's meaning was clear: he wanted to invite himself over for a meal.
He hesitated. After all, he didn't know if Zhang Tian's visit was a good or bad omen, and Zhang Tian's cultivation was unfathomable, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
"Haha, since it's getting late, how about you, young sir, accompany me back to rest for a while and have something to eat?"
The old man knew he couldn't refuse, so he forced a smile.
Zhang Tian smiled and followed behind the old man.
"May I ask your name? Although we've known each other for some time, I don't know your name," Zhang Tian asked softly as he followed the old man.
The old man glanced at Zhang Tian and replied.
"My name is Gelu Nazha, and this is my grandson, Gelu Latu."
Gelu Nazha spoke, clearly proud of his grandson. As he said their names, his gaze couldn't help but fall on his grandson.
"So that's how it is. Is your home far from here?" Zhang Tian asked.
If it was too far, Zhang Tian would have to reconsider.
After all, Fatty and the others were still here; he couldn't go too far.
"Do you mean our main camp, or the city?" Gelu Nazha asked in a hoarse voice.
At this moment, he was wearing distinctive Tibetan clothing. Perhaps because winter was approaching, their clothes were thick and loose.
The overall impression was that of being wrapped in a thick quilt.
"The city."
"We have residences in the city, but our main activities are outside. After all, we make our living from raising cattle and sheep," Gelu Nazha said, and Latu nodded in agreement.
"Yes, we don't have to worry about fodder this year. And we'll be able to sell our livestock for a good price," Latu said, clearly excited.
Zhang Tian was a little puzzled. Could they afford to participate in the auction in Beili by just selling livestock?
He knew that the auction amounts were substantial.
And if Zhang Tian remembered correctly, this young man had raised a paddle for tens of millions at the time.
Could their Gelu family produce tens of millions just by selling sheep?
How was that possible, especially in this place?
"Your family doesn't just sell sheep, do they?" Zhang Tian asked casually.
The old man froze and gave an awkward laugh.
"Haha, of course not. If you trace our family history, we've been in this region for hundreds of years."
"Our family is also a well-known local family, so after years of accumulation, we have some savings."
The old man smiled and added.
It seemed to be an ancient and prominent family.
Suddenly, Zhang Tian thought of something and asked.
"By the way, how many families are there here, and what are their names?" Zhang Tian inquired abruptly.
The old man didn't know why Zhang Tian was asking this, but out of respect for Zhang Tian's strength, he answered.
"There are three large families here."
"One is us, we live in the grasslands. Another is called Lawa, who live in the Yulong Snow Mountain area."
"And there's the Jila family, who live in the snowy mountains."
"These are all relatively famous families among our Tibetan people," the old man finished. He looked at Zhang Tian, curious why he was asking this.
Did this family have some kind of feud with Zhang Tian?
If so, he would have to distance himself from those families to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
Zhang Tian's whole body trembled.
Jila family. If Zhang Tian remembered correctly, it should be around 1950 when Zhang Qilin, in his adulthood, entered Tibet.
His purpose was to find the oil painting left by Dong Can.
Zhang Tian didn't know the exact location of the painting; it could have been Yulong Snow Mountain or somewhere else.
It had been too long, and Zhang Tian couldn't recall clearly.
But it was certain that Zhang Qilin had spent a considerable amount of time in Tibet and had even made a ten-year pact with Deren Lama of Jila Monastery.
Zhang Tian couldn't remember what that pact entailed, nor was he sure if these changes would affect those circumstances.
"It seems I need to go and check out the Jila family. There might be some clues there," Zhang Tian thought to himself as he followed the old man.
Going to the Jila family was a certainty. Perhaps, it could help Xiao Ge find some fragmented memories.