I'm not an elite villain.

"You are the man my father brought back. You don't look as bad as the servants said."

"You are not pretending to be sick and coming to Zhou's house to eat and drink for free, right?"

The man looked at Pan Xian'an with disdain. He was tall and strong, with a bronze complexion, clear and deep facial features, and a wicked smile that was rebellious and oppressive.

"This..." Pan Xian'an was speechless when he saw the crazy NPC who kept belittling him. It would be better if he didn't know such a vicious person.

"I don't know what my parents are thinking all day. They bring all kinds of cats and dogs into the house."

Nana and Zhou Liao were speechless.

"Fourth brother, can you be more normal?" Nana couldn't bear it anymore and tried to stop him.

"Nana, don't be fooled by this boy's appearance. All good-looking men are not good people." The man said relentlessly.

"Zhou Yuantong, have you had enough of making trouble?" The eldest brother glared at him, and Zhou Yuantong finally shut up.

Fortunately, the eldest brother was a sensible man. He patted Pan Xian'an on the shoulder and told him not to bother with the fourth brother.

Pfft, Zhou Yuantong, the Yuantong of Yuantong Express? Pan Xian'an couldn't help it, his face was almost distorted.

The air seemed to freeze, in order to ease the tense situation that the fourth brother had just created.

"Do you want to go out for a walk, little brother?" The elder brother made a friendly invitation.

"Tsk!" The fourth brother had no choice but to remain silent, folding his hands across his chest, looking away, with an air of superiority.

Nana was also very excited. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Pan Xian'an and then at her elder brother, and the word "going" was almost written in her eyes.

"Thank you for your help, brother." Pan Xian'an bowed to his elder brother.

Pan Xian'an was a little curious whether this world was as lively and bustling as in the TV dramas.

People wearing all kinds of clothes walked through the narrow alleys.

The vendors displayed a wide variety of goods, such as silk, tea, spices, etc., exuding tempting aromas. The loud vendors shouted, and the endless stream of people had various stalls. People leisurely tasted the food and enjoyed life.

The four of them walked along the winding path, chatting casually, and before they knew it, they arrived at the gate of Zhou's mansion.

Zhou Liao stopped and looked at the busy streets. He waved and said with a smile, "Where do you want to go shopping?"

"Teahouse!" Without a doubt, it's teahouse. In TV dramas, the places where the protagonists go to for information are teahouses, restaurants, and brothels.

But what decent person would go to a brothel, especially when there's a girl named Nana next to them.

"Okay." The eldest brother agreed immediately.

Pan Xian'an couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his elder brother was indeed a straightforward person who left as soon as he said he would.

When I passed by the rouge shop, I saw Nana’s pair of black eyes almost sticking to the shop.

"How about we go in and take a look?" Pan Xian'an looked at the girl in front of him who liked dressing up like his sister.

"Hmm⊙?⊙!" Nana lifted her skirt and ran into the rouge shop.

After spending a day with Nana, Pan Xianan's previous fairy filter for her was broken.

She is a very cute little girl and he can treat her as his sister in the future. But what Pan Xianan doesn’t know is that Nana is older than him.

Pan Xianan remembered that his sister was very good at skin care and was very particular about every bottle and jar.

My sister often drags me shopping when I stay at home, and she uses the same business rhetoric as in shopping malls.

"Hey~ girl, you are so pretty. We have a new blush in our shop that is just right for you. I'll bring it over for you to try." The proprietress warmly entertained the distinguished guests.

Nana tried several models and looked at the men waiting for her with a little embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, take your time to choose and see what you like." Pan Xian'an didn't think it was a big deal. After all, his sister would spend at least four hours trying on clothes and cosmetics, and he was used to it.

The teahouse is beautifully decorated, and guests sip tea and chat, enjoying the atmosphere filled with the fragrance of tea.

Colorful lanterns hang under the eaves, reflecting the warmth and bustle of the teahouse.

The elderly tea merchants were having long conversations, telling stories of the past.

"...Neither the Demon Cult nor the Chongxuan Sect was willing to give in to the other, and the fight was fierce. But what a coincidence, the Demon Prince disappeared at this time. Isn't that strange?" The storyteller was sitting in the middle of the table, and he was so excited and knowledgeable that his beard was sticking up.

Pan Xian'an, an atheist, almost believed it. It was really absurd. How could there be a god in this world?

"I guess~, this demon prince was eliminated by our wise and powerful leader of the Lanxing Sect of the Zhongxuan Sect, hahahaha." The rough man in the turban slapped his thigh and laughed.

"The Star-Grabbing Sect?" Was it made up out of thin air? I have heard a lot of mythological stories, but I have never heard of this Star-Grabbing Sect.

"How come you don't even know the Lanxing Sect?" The fourth brother looked at Pan Xian'an who had a confused face and said with disdain.

Just as the eldest brother was about to explain, a white-haired old man beside him stroked his beard and smiled.

"Young man, you are ignorant. This Lanxing Sect is a faction of the Chongxuan Sect. The Lanxing Sect is the top faction of the entire Chongxuan Sect. They are always doing good things, which makes them a thorn in the eyes of the Demon Sect. Hey, but the fighting power is right in front of us. Since ancient times, good has never been defeated by evil~~"

"Oh, I see. Thank you, uncle!" Pan Xian'an hurriedly thanked the old man who was shaking his head.

How could it be so miraculous that I almost believed it... Pan Xian'an remained calm, patted his sleeves, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

After drinking the hot tea, the rain was lingering outside the window, melodious piano music came from the corner, and the whole teahouse was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Pan Xian'an raised his head and looked at everyone in the teahouse. Everyone had a story of their own that had been accumulated over the years.

Next, take one step at a time. As long as you have hands and feet, you will never starve to death. Xian An clenched the teacup in his hand.

As night falls, an antique red lantern hangs at the door of the silk shop.

The eldest brother and Nana stopped when they saw the puzzled looks from Pan Xian'an and Zhou Yuantong.

"Wuming, go in and see if there are any suitable clothes." The eldest brother turned around and asked.

"No need, brother. There are enough clothes in the mansion." Xian An declined. He was being well taken care of in the Zhou mansion now. He had everything he needed. He was already content.

"But our Zhou family has never treated our own people unfairly. Wuming, let's go in and take a look." Nana tugged at Pan Xian'an's sleeve and said.

A gentle breeze blew by, and wisps of silk fragrance spread.

The yellow daisy pots in front of the door are decorated particularly beautifully.

Inside the silk shop, the lights are bright, and the display shelves are filled with delicate and beautiful silk fabrics. The tiny and delicate embroidery lines are interwoven into wonderful patterns, catering to the aesthetic needs of different people and also astonishing this modern man, Pan Xian'an. The craftsmanship of our ancestors is really superb.