Though the junior sister was held down, she still carried her father's sword, carefully watching Mr. Sanbao, ready to strike if he made any sudden moves.
"Hey? Boss, you won't believe it, this gentleman here looks just like my Uncle Sanbao's memorial portrait!" Lily exclaimed, eyeing Mr. Sanbao's odd hat.
"What memorial portrait?" Mr. Sanbao had actually been curious about this matter since the beginning.
"Don't worry, elder, I need to find it. I sent it to the workshop for a casting a while ago, not sure if it's back yet."
Lily rummaged around for a long time before she pulled out a one-foot-high bust from a storage box.
The bust also wore a peculiar hat similar to the one worn by Taoist Sanbao... the lower half of the face had a somewhat similar outline, though it looked much younger.
Lily glanced at the statue and then at Mr. Sanbao, somewhat puzzled.
