By the time I had washed the teapot, the water had boiled as well. I poured it into the pot and waited patiently for the tea to steep.
Elder Hai adjusted his oversized glasses and waited for me to speak. He clearly considered this matter extremely important.
I didn't understand where Elder Hai's question had come from, but there was no point fooling around with a senior like him, so I said, "Elder Hai, to be frank, Zhang Yidan's original name was Zhang Yuanyi. He was my childhood friend from Xiaoyi Village. We grew up together, and we knew each other better than anyone. If what I saw in the Yin-Yang Path back then wasn't a dream, then the person I saw was him, not the Daoist Priest Li you mentioned."
"Oh... Then this matter is much more coincidental than I thought. After hearing you mention that name back then, I even made a point of asking Daoist Priest Li about it afterward. He seemed utterly bewildered, but there was definitely gravity in his eyes. It seems Daoist Priest Li Poxiao has quite an interesting identity. Could it be that your friend was concealing his true abilities and was planning to show himself to you under another identity?" Elder Hai rubbed his slightly round chin, a trace of confusion appearing in his clear eyes.
"What?! Li Poxiao?" I cried out. Li Poxiao? At the graveyard outside Xiaoyi Village that day, the person who had set up a clothes-and-cap grave for Zhang Yidan and stolen his corpse had been him! Could Li Poxiao be some powerful demon or ghost capable of returning to life through another's corpse?
"Yes. When he came to find me, he said he was a distant relative of the Li Family and the heir of Qiankun Dao,