I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi glanced behind him. Although Qian Hu wasn't waiting alone, he didn't have many attendants with him. Was this really the attitude of someone targeted by an evil spirit? Couldn't he have a little self-awareness?

Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, Qian Hu suddenly laughed: "Immortal Master, are you curious why I appeared here so unprepared when the situation was so urgent? The reason is simple: I naturally trust the immortal masters of Tianyun Sect."

These were beautifully said, but Fan Zhiyi didn't appreciate the flattery. He was shocked that his thoughts had been seen through so easily, so he immediately composed himself and tried his best to appear aloof.

Seeing this, Qian Hu still smiled and said, "Immortal Master, you are truly unlike any other immortal master I have ever met."

"No two rivers in the world are the same." Fan Zhiyi said mysteriously, putting his hands behind his back.

He is also different from other cultivators; you can find two people who are exactly the same and share the same surname.

However, Qian Hu lived up to his reputation. Faced with Fan Zhiyi's unconventional and eccentric thought process, he understood after only a moment's thought: "That's not what I meant. It's just that when I face the other immortals, I always feel that the gap between us is too great. They are high and mighty, while you, immortal, are exceptionally approachable."

Fan Zhiyi didn't think Qian Hu would praise him. He knew his own limitations, so he lowered his voice and said, "It's late. Patriarch Qian, it's best not to wander around. You should go back to your room."

"I admit I've said too much, but I have another question."

Knowing that there's too much to say, Fan Zhiyi didn't want to engage in this mindless and pointless conversation anymore. He had finally been given a day off, so he had to make the most of his time to sleep to avoid feeling unwell the next day.

Before he could answer, Qian Hu asked, "Why is it that only the Immortal Master has returned tonight? Where are the other Immortal Masters?"

This is clearly a very ordinary question, but Qian Hu's behavior always seems strange.

You say you care about them, but after staying for two days, you haven't had any interaction. You say you don't care, but you're here with these people late at night, knowing that talking too much will annoy people, yet you still have to ask this question.

"Naturally, the battle is still raging, and there's no need for me there, so I came back first." Fan Zhiyi started by reading random replies. To avoid Qian Huzhen having any ill intentions towards them, and since Fan Zhiyi was alone, he exaggerated his abilities to let this person know that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Immortal Masters, did you see that ghost?"

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Qian Hu: "You've seen it before? Do you know if the ghost was male or female?"

Qian shook his head and sighed: "I have never seen it before. When you immortals travel to this place, do you have any time limits or estimates on how many days you will stay? I will make timely arrangements so that you will not be negligent like you have been these past two days."

“Those who cultivate immortality do not care about material possessions.” Fan Zhiyi glanced at Qian Hu, mimicking Bing Nandong’s earlier way of looking at people. “Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t know. Go back to your room and rest. I will guard the Qian residence tonight. Take this talisman; it will protect you from ghosts and demons.”

Fan Zhiyi felt a pang of regret. This talisman was something he had saved up after countless brushes with death. He had mentally prepared himself for a long time before giving it to Xiaobao, and he wouldn't use it unless it was a matter of life and death. But this person, without any connection, got a life-saving talisman from him for free.

He was tempted to charge a fee, but he was now representing the Tianyun Sect. If he did something that would damage the sect's reputation and Bing Nandong found out, even if Bing Nandong liked the original owner of this body, he would probably still beat him up.

Hey.

Qian Hu accepted the gift and respectfully thanked Fan Zhiyi. However, as Fan Zhiyi was leaving, he noticed that Qian Hu was still standing there. Seeing him looking at him, Qian Hu smiled at him.

Fan Zhiyi was truly exhausted. As soon as he returned to his room, he clutched the talisman and immediately fell asleep. However, Fan Zhiyi dared not sleep too soundly, waking up every now and then.

After repeating this several times, Fan Zhiyi felt as if he was about to ascend to heaven. After reuniting with Lu Changfu and the others, he learned that they had also gained nothing the previous night.

According to previous intelligence gathering, before they came here, the number of times the possessed people came to their door increased over time, to the point that they came almost every two or three days. The number of victims was increasing, and the aftereffects of possession were becoming more and more serious, which is why Tianyun Sect had to take action.

Therefore, it can be deduced that the ghost's strength is constantly increasing.

Therefore, the lack of activity these past few days is quite abnormal; the ghost has most likely noticed that they have gone into hiding.

After analyzing the reason, Lu Changfu immediately decided to temporarily withdraw from the town and split into two groups after nightfall: one group would go to guard the Qian residence, and the other group would go to guard the only route.

He left without hesitation, and as he packed his things to go, Qian came to see him off.

He bowed to the crowd, his brows furrowed with worry: "Has that ghost already been subdued by the immortal lords? Why is it suddenly leaving?"

Lu Changfu replied, "Something came up temporarily, so I have to leave for a while. But don't worry, the ghost has already been injured by us. Stick this talisman on the doors and windows, and it will protect you."

Qian Hu took it and smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "Actually, this immortal lord already gave me a life-saving talisman last night."

Fan Zhiyi, who was being called out, felt his toes dig into the ground, and awkwardly stood there with a blank face under the gazes of the other companions.

These people are probably thinking that he doesn't even know magic, yet he dares to give other people spells.

Lu Changfu remained silent, while the other disciples sneered, "Young Master Qian, just keep what Senior Brother Lu gave you. As for the rest, it doesn't matter if you throw them away, lest they be useless in a life-or-death situation and cause you to lose your life in vain."

"Be careful what you say." Lu Changfu rarely stopped the disciple from speaking, but he did not intend to help Fan Zhiyi. "We will be back in five days at most. The mansion has been set up with a simple formation, so ordinary ghosts and monsters cannot enter. During this period, please go out less."

"I will keep that in mind."

As they left, Fan Zhiyi glanced back at Qian Hu, who was still standing there watching them go, smiling faintly. His figure gradually blurred and resembled Lu Changfu.

Fan Zhiyi finally understood that strange feeling. Qian Hu was similar to Lu Changfu to some extent. He was the kind of person who could maintain a distant smile even if a mountain collapsed in front of him. So, based on his feelings, Fan Zhiyi felt that Qian Hu was not simple, nor was he as harmless and kind as he appeared.

But he had no evidence to support his judgment, and he only had half the confidence in it. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Bing Nandong again. If only he could have someone to analyze things with him and listen to his ramblings.