The old man reminded him, "He's from the Dragon King family."
The dark figure halted and without hesitation, backed out of the coffin shop, blending into the darkness.
Li Zhiyuan looked towards the old man: "Why did you have to say it."
"This is Ghost Street, under the feet of Emperor Fengdu, unless absolutely necessary, avoid conflicts with these things."
"Your Yin family has been developing and passing down traditions here for a long time, haven't you researched the special circumstances here?"
"We are surnamed Yin, the same as Emperor Fengdu, we... are inherently his descendants."
"Do you have a family tree?"
"Yes, dating back to the Eastern Han, our family was once the Emperor's relatives."
Li Zhiyuan looked around the coffin shop: "Now, it's hard to see the demeanor of imperial relatives."
The old man seemed unconcerned: "That's quite normal, pick any family name from the hundred surnames, which ancestors haven't been nobles?"
