Qi Yuan looked at the old man.
Hidden information entered his sight at that moment as well.
Chen Kangbao, sixty-seven years old, formerly an artificer. Frail body, weak strength.
This pale-faced old man named Chen Kangbao was actually an artificer.
Qi Yuan found that rather unexpected. "You're an artificer? Can you forge magical artifacts?"
Artificers generally held rather precious status. Even if they went mad, they would not be sent to a madhouse; they would be enshrined at home like living Buddhas.
Could it be that Chen Kangbao, like him, had been framed and sent into the madhouse?
After all, no matter how Qi Yuan looked at him, Chen Kangbao merely spoke somewhat erratically. He was not actually ill.
If he counted as ill, then what did that make Purple Fate Great Snow?
"Immortal Lord... whenever this old fellow gets hungry, his memory turns poor." Chen Kangbao hunched over, truly seeming to regard Qi Yuan as an immortal.
"I'm not an immortal," Qi Yuan denied.
He was only at the tiny Purple Mansion realm now, not even a Yin Spirit.
How could he possibly be called an immortal?
A smile appeared on the pale-faced old man's face. "This old fellow understands. When immortals descend to the mortal world, all their powers vanish, and they need to hide their identities! Young master, this old servant..."
Chen Kangbao looked at Qi Yuan and changed his form of address, as though he truly intended to help Qi Yuan conceal his identity.
However, the veins in his neck bulged at that moment, as if he were about to say something important.
"No rush. Speak slowly," Qi Yuan said.
"This old servant... is hungry!" The pale-faced old man gritted out. After saying that, Qi Yuan clearly noticed his expression twist, while black lines flickered faintly