Yan Shouyi walked out of Yijin Fang with Zhang Shantong.
Zhang Shantong was a ghost of profound cultivation, one who didn't walk with his feet but glided with his hands clasped behind his back.
It had to be said, even after death, Daoists retained an ethereal grace even as ghosts.
Seeing Zhang Shantong's demeanor, one would mistake him for an immortal, though ordinary people couldn't see him at all.
How deep was Zhang Shantong's cultivation?
As he followed Yan Shouyi along the main road of the Three Alleys and Seven Lanes, the streetlights flickered on and off involuntarily wherever they passed.
This was a classic omen in horror movies, the sign that the scariest ghost was about to appear. To think such a thing could happen in reality.
As Yan Shouyi understood it, it was because Zhang Shantong was too powerful; his spectral energy even affected the surrounding magnetic field.
This demonstrated just how formidable Zhang Shantong was.
"It's been many years since I've been out, the outside world has changed so much!" Zhang Shantong remarked.
His perception of the world was still stuck in the state of a decade or so ago.
Yan Shouyi nodded, "The roads are wider now, the lights brighter, there are more cars on the road, and the ways people communicate have changed."
As they spoke, the two arrived at the parking lot and slowly walked towards Zhang Yingying's Maybach.
Zhang Yingying was sitting in the car playing with her phone, but as Zhang Shantong approached, her phone malfunctioned instantly.
Looking up and seeing Yan Shouyi standing outside the window, Zhang Yingying was so startled she almost cried out.
She got out of the car with lingering fear, "Brother Yan, when did you get here? You startled me just now."
"I apologize, I didn't contact you beforehand."
"It's fine, are you done with your business? Shall I drive you back now?"
"Okay."
Zhang Yingying couldn't see Zhang Shantong. She only felt that the temperature around her had suddenly dropped significantly.
After Zhang Shantong got into the car with Yan Shouyi, he said with a smile, "Old man, I've discovered another change."
"What change?" Yan Shouyi asked softly.
"The girls nowadays, their legs have grown longer, their faces fairer, their chins sharper, their noses more prominent… most importantly, their skirts are getting shorter and shorter!"
Yan Shouyi stared at Zhang Shantong, dumbfounded. He hadn't expected the inscrutable old fisherman from the ancestral home to be like this when he came out.
He finally understood why his grandmother hadn't chosen Zhang Shantong back then. After all, this old man was essentially a lecherous old pervert!
Zhang Shantong gazed at Zhang Yingying and let out a cackling laugh. Yan Shouyi shook his head helplessly.
In the front passenger seat, Zhang Yingying spoke with a peculiar expression, "It's strange, why won't the car start? The central control screen is also unresponsive, and I didn't turn on the air conditioning, so why is it so cold?"
Yan Shouyi knew it was Zhang Shantong affecting the car, so he said to Zhang Shantong, "Grandpa, please retract your spiritual power, or the car won't start."
Zhang Shantong scoffed, "Why are cars nowadays so fragile?"
"It's all because Grandpa's cultivation is too high."
"I like hearing that!"
Having appeased Zhang Shantong, the old man indeed restrained himself somewhat, allowing Zhang Yingying to start the car and drive smoothly.
To avoid startling Zhang Yingying, Yan Shouyi didn't talk much with Zhang Shantong during the journey. Instead, Zhang Shantong would occasionally comment and marvel at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.
The three of them returned safely to Old Jin's medicinal garden. After getting out of the car, Yan Shouyi thanked Zhang Yingying a few times, and Zhang Yingying happily drove away.
As soon as Zhang Yingying left, Long Feicheng suddenly appeared, leading a middle-aged man with a refined demeanor towards Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"
"Old Master Liu Mingzhi heard we wanted custom suits and specially sent a master craftsman to take our measurements. He'll be working overtime tonight to make the clothes!" Long Feicheng said with a smile.
He hadn't expected his casual remark to be taken so seriously by everyone.
Yan Shouyi was first taken aback, then nodded his agreement with a pleased expression. He had to crash a wedding tomorrow, and it wouldn't do to not be formally dressed.
Thus, the master craftsman took out his tape measure and began taking Yan Shouyi's measurements.
Zhang Shantong watched from the side and couldn't help but say, "Your clothes now are quite different from ours back then!"
Yan Shouyi smiled, "I'm not entirely used to wearing suits myself. When I went to Yanjing with my grandfather, there was a shop called Fengyi Xuan that made very comfortable clothes."
Hearing Yan Shouyi's words, the master craftsman, who was measuring him, couldn't help but be startled, "Sir, you've worn clothes made by Yanjing's Fengyi Xuan?"
Yan Shouyi nodded, "Yes, the clothes made by Fengyi Xuan were soft and comfortable to wear. They didn't show wear easily and weren't prone to getting dirty. Sadly, I was young then, and now that I've grown, I can no longer wear them."
The master craftsman's face showed shock. His attitude towards Yan Shouyi became even more respectful, "I didn't expect to meet a prominent figure like you in Rongcheng!"
"Me? How did I become a prominent figure?" Yan Shouyi asked, puzzled.
Zhang Shantong chuckled from the side, "Your grandfather really didn't teach you properly. That Fengyi Xuan back then only made clothes for the Emperor. Many dignitaries begged them, but they wouldn't make clothes for them. It wasn't something money could buy. If you could wear their clothes as a child, you must have been a prominent figure!"
Although Zhang Shantong had been confined for many years, his time wasn't wasted. Especially his past exploits with Yan Shouyi's grandfather in the martial world; anything Yan Shouyi's grandfather knew, Zhang Shantong knew as well.
Only then did Yan Shouyi realize he had actually worn a "dragon robe" on himself back then.
No wonder this master craftsman was so astonished.
The master craftsman sighed, "Fengyi Xuan only made clothes for the Emperor back then. Even though there is no Emperor now, they still only make clothes for those with power and influence. For you to be able to wear their clothes, sir, you must be an extraordinary figure. It is truly an honor of three lifetimes for me to make clothes for you!"
Yan Shouyi smiled humbly.
Long Feicheng couldn't help but say, "Brother Yan, do you still have that suit? If you're not wearing it, can you lend it to me?"
"Sure, I'll bring it to you later. But that was the suit I wore when I was five. It'll probably be too small for you now."
Long Feicheng: "..."
Slightly annoyed by Yan Shouyi's teasing, Long Feicheng felt a bit dejected.
To alleviate Long Feicheng's gloom, Yan Shouyi said, "The owner of Fengyi Xuan owes my grandfather a few favors. If you want to wear their clothes, when we have time to go to Yanjing again, it's not impossible for us to have them make a set for us."
"Really?!" Long Feicheng exclaimed with joy.
"One for me, one for you, and we have to get one for that brat too," Yan Shouyi said, counting on his fingers.
The master craftsman listened, finding it increasingly unbelievable. This young man before him possessed too much status.
For others, being able to have Fengyi Xuan make a single piece of clothing was enough to boast about for three generations, yet this gentleman could have Fengyi Xuan make several pieces and even planned to gift them?
It was preposterous!
The thought that the clothes he was making would be worn by Yan Shouyi made the master craftsman incredibly excited. He approached the task of making Yan Shouyi's suit as if it were a work of art, determined to showcase all his skills.
Therefore, he measured with extreme care and precision.
After finishing the measurements, the master craftsman left without delay. He promised Yan Shouyi that the clothes would be delivered on time the next afternoon.
Yan Shouyi also felt a sense of anticipation.
Tomorrow, he was going to storm Feifeng Mountain and abduct the bride in full view of everyone.
Dressing handsomely would be a fitting gesture for Lin Zitong's wait.
Little brat, see you tomorrow.