Fifteen years ago.
Yujing City, Zhang Family's Old Mansion.
The morning sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting down into the quiet little courtyard. A few sparrows landed on the ground, pecking at the little insects that crept into the cracks.
"Zhang Fan, you little rascal!"
At that moment, a sharp voice pierced through the morning calm, startling the sparrows foraging on the ground, and they flapped their wings away from this place of dispute.
Immediately after, a cacophony of clattering sounds emerged from the dilapidated house, like an overturning stable, like a raid...
Finally, Li Linglong pulled the young Zhang Fan out from the closet corner. At this moment, she held a box in her hand, about the size of a palm, somewhat resembling the box that Tong Ren Tang uses to store An Gong Niu Huang Pill; the seal on it had been uncovered, and inside, it was empty.
