"Yes!" The Quanzhen Sect disciple hurriedly stopped.
Chen Xiaofan looked around. Seeing no one nearby, with Qiu Chuji and Feng Qingyang both in the distance,
he said to the disciple, "Turn your head around first."
The disciple did as he was told.
Chen Xiaofan then quickly reached his hand inside and immediately felt something like a book.
He swiftly pulled it out. Without even looking at it, he tucked it onto his person in a flash.
Only then did he say, "All right, burn this man with a single fire."
The Quanzhen Sect disciple immediately began clearing away the corpse.
Before long, the entire mess had been cleaned up.
Within the Quanzhen Sect, in an ornate reception hall with carved beams and painted rafters, Qiu Chuji and Feng Qingyang hosted a banquet for Chen Xiaofan. During the feast, there was naturally no need to mention all the lavish praise.
Qiu Chuji cupped his hands and said, "Senior, if not for you, the century-old foundation of my Quanzhen Sect would likely have been destroyed today."
If Qiu Chuji had died in this conflict, the Quanzhen Sect would have been all but wiped out.
Feng Qingyang also cupped his hands. "Brother Qiu is absolutely right. Even I, Feng Qingyang, would likely have fallen beneath those cannons... Sigh, Senior, your martial arts are so formidable that you have truly left me stunned!"
Chen Xiaofan merely smiled, treating others with considerable magnanimity.
By the time the banquet ended, an hour had already passed.
Dusk was drawing near, and the sky gradually darkened. Qiu Chuji and Feng Qingyang strongly urged Chen Xiaofan to stay the night, but Chen Xiaofan politely declined.
"After parting here, who knows what year or month it will be before we meet again..." At the moment of farewell, Qiu Chuji and