More importantly, this time the tortoiseshell actually calculated the purpose of Andrew Scott's return home to visit relatives. In other words, this compass-like tortoiseshell can not only deduce a person's past, but can also divine their future.

"Can you help him out? See if you can figure out where his mother is buried?"

The lines of text in his mind were already fading away, and William Clark suddenly thought of this question. Even if he could figure out the purpose of Andrew Scott's return to China, if he couldn't help him, wouldn't it be like taking someone else's sugar figurine for nothing?

"Six hundred steps from the village entrance, below two..."

Just as William Clark was pressing the tortoiseshell for more answers in his mind, those lines of text completely disappeared. Right as William Clark was about to shift his attention to this question, a small line of text suddenly appeared in his mind.

"What does this mean? Which village entrance? Why is it so vague?" Looking at these few words that quickly vanished, William Clark frowned.

Normally, for something like finding a burial site, you need the person's name and birth date. He had only thought about it, and the tortoiseshell gave him this answer. William Clark wasn't sure if it was true or not.

"Shu Cang, come out for me..."

William Clark was a bit unwilling to give up, so he muttered again in his heart. The tortoiseshell did appear for him, but all the words on it had turned a hazy gray and could no longer be clicked, leaving William Clark feeling helpless.

"Whatever, kids' words are innocent anyway. It's up to him whether he believes it or not."

William Clark muttered to himself. Ever since this tortoiseshell appeared in his mind, whether it was reading fortunes for the old Taoist or doing feng shui for Miao Laoda, it seemed there hadn't been any mistakes.

But William Clark couldn't go directly to the old man. If others didn't believe him, wouldn't that be embarrassing in front of overseas Chinese? After thinking for a moment, William Clark secretly tugged at Little Henry.

"William Clark, what are you doing? My sugar figurine is almost done." Charles Wright was quite unhappy with William Clark's actions, his eyes darting toward the crowd, afraid someone would snatch his Monkey King sugar figurine.

"Hey, following your great-uncle, how could you not get plenty of sugar figurines?"

William Clark flattered Little Henry without showing it, then said, "Little Charles, your great-uncle came back this time for something, right?"

"Nothing much, just came back to see us. Oh, and great-uncle brought us a lot of things. Let me tell you, the TV at my house is the only one in the village. William Clark, come watch TV at my place when you have time. 'The Bund' is really good, and Xu Wenqiang is the coolest."

Charles Wright didn't understand what William Clark was asking, so he rambled on, even mimicking Xu Wenqiang's gun pose, not even caring about his almost-finished Monkey King sugar figurine.

Seeing Charles Wright's enthusiasm, William Clark felt like he was about to be dragged to his house to watch TV, so he quickly said, "Ahem, Little Charles, I'll definitely come when I have time. By the way, I have to go now. Help me say goodbye to your great-uncle..."

"Leaving now? Alright then, I still have to go out with great-uncle for a while before going home."

With no one left to show off to, Charles Wright felt a bit bored, but he decided that once school started, he'd invite all his good friends over to watch TV.

"Alright, Little Charles, goodbye..."

William Clark waved to Charles Wright, and as he was leaving, he suddenly leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Little Charles, the thing your great-uncle is looking for is six hundred steps from the village entrance..."

It wasn't that William Clark didn't want to be clear, but he really didn't know where Andrew Scott's mother was buried. Anyway, this clue meant he hadn't taken the sugar figurine for nothing.

"What is my great-uncle looking for? What's at six hundred steps from the village entrance?"

Charles Wright watched as William Clark's small figure squeezed into the distant crowd, shook his head in confusion, then turned to see his great-uncle standing in front of him with the sugar figurine.

"Little Charles, your classmate left?"

Just reliving the art of sugar blowing made Andrew Scott feel that this trip to the market was worthwhile. After all, when he was a child, he was just like these kids, eagerly wanting to buy a sugar figurine.

"William Clark left. Great-uncle, he asked me to say goodbye to you..."

Charles Wright took the Monkey King sugar figurine, looked at the old man beside him, and asked curiously, "Great-uncle, did you come home to look for something?"

"Hmm? Little Charles, why do you ask that?"

Andrew Scott was stunned for a moment. Little Charles's parents knew the reason for his return, but Little Charles didn't. There was no need to tell a child about such things.

"My classmate said, great-uncle, the thing you're looking for is six hundred steps from the village entrance..." Charles Wright scratched his head and repeated what William Clark had said before leaving.

"What? What did your classmate say?"

Andrew Scott had only asked casually, but he didn't expect to hear such a thing. He was instantly shocked, grabbing Charles Wright.

"Great-uncle, he... he said the thing you're looking for is six hundred steps from the village entrance, that's all he said."

Seeing his always-kind great-uncle's face turn red and his eyes widen, Charles Wright pouted, on the verge of tears.

"Six hundred steps from the village entrance, six hundred steps from the village entrance!"