|?￠￠￠￠￠By the time I had washed the teapot, the water had boiled. I poured the boiling water into the pot and waited for the tea to steep.
Old Hai shifted his enormous glasses and waited for me to speak. He clearly regarded this matter as extremely important.
I did not understand where Old Hai's question had come from, but there was no point fooling around in front of a senior like him, so I said, "Old Hai, to be frank, Zhang Yidan's original name was Zhang Yuanyi. He was my childhood friend from Xiaoyi Village, and we grew up together. We couldn't have been more familiar with each other. If the Yin-Yang Path I saw back then wasn't a dream, then the person I saw was him. It couldn't have been the Daoist Master Li you mentioned."
"Oh... then this makes things much more interesting. When I heard you mention that name back then, I even specifically asked Daoist Master Li about it afterward. Although he seemed utterly baffled, there was definitely gravity in his eyes. It seems this Daoist Master Li Poxiao has quite an interesting identity. Could it be that your friend was hiding his true abilities and preparing to show himself to you under another identity?" Old Hai rubbed his slightly rounded chin, and his clear eyes grew somewhat puzzled.
"What?! Li Poxiao?" I cried out. Li Poxiao—the one who had erected Zhang Yidan's burial mound outside Xiaoyi Village that day and stolen his body from the grave—was precisely him! Could this Li Poxiao be some powerful demon or ghost, capable of returning to life through a borrowed corpse?
"Yes. When he found me back then, he said he was a distant relative of the Li Family, the inheritor of the Qian-Kun Path, Li Poxiao. He demanded