Qin Xiaopang caught fire and rolled frantically all over the ground in terror.
Yet everyone present, apart from Xiaopang himself, remained utterly unmoved.
Yu Nan and the clerks at her cloth shop all knew that Old Man Yao was a man with genuine abilities.
Li Banfeng trusted Old Man Yao greatly. Qin Xiaopang rolling all over the ground now proved that his legs could already straighten.
Less than two minutes later, Xiaopang's clothes had burned away, along with his hair and all the other hair on his body. He lay on the ground, groaning in pain.
Old Man Yao asked Xiaopang with concern, "Young man, what's wrong? Are you hungry?"
Yu Nan looked awkward. She knew Old Man Yao was accustomed to jesting, but this was not the time for such a joke.
Li Banfeng did not find it awkward. He thought Old Man Yao's question made perfect sense!
Xiaopang was furious, but after sensing himself carefully, he really was a little hungry.
The clerk went to prepare food. It had nothing to do with Old Man Yao, so he picked up his money pouch and swayed out of the residence. Li Banfeng followed behind him.
Yu Nan stopped Li Banfeng. "Seventh Master, there's no need to see him off so far."
Li Banfeng went around Yu Nan. "I'm not someone who doesn't understand manners."
"It's not about manners. It's that we can't..." Yu Nan could not stop Li Banfeng. A smoke cultivator's pace was far inferior to that of a travel cultivator at the same level.
Old Man Yao walked quickly. Before he had gone far beyond the gate, he had vanished from sight.
But Li Banfeng was not slow either. Once he broke into a run, his figure vanished into the night as well.
Yu Nan hurried after