"Sit." Zhong Li pointed with his right hand at the stool beside Xiao Yan and said.
When he had taken out three stools earlier, Xiao Yan had not asked why, but he had still been somewhat puzzled.
Now that he thought about it, Zhong Li had known about this "ghost" all along.
Xiao Yan thought about it and realized that seemed right. His master was such a terrifying existence—wasn't it perfectly normal for him to know about something like this?
"Why are you still clinging to me? A real man shouldn't be timid as a mouse." Zhong Li patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder and said.
"Uh..." Only then did Xiao Yan let go of Zhong Li, but he still did not dare sit back down. Instead, he stood behind Zhong Li.
Seeing this, Zhong Li shook his head and said nothing more.
"Thank you, Senior." After sitting down, Yao Chen cupped his hands toward Zhong Li.
In his current state, whether he stood or sat, he was floating anyway. There was no difference.
But Zhong Li inviting him to sit was different. It was a sign of respect, which was why Yao Chen thanked him.
"M-Master, is he... is he the reason my Fighting Qi disappeared?" Xiao Yan looked at Yao Chen and suddenly remembered what had happened before. Could his Fighting Qi have been absorbed by the "ghost" before him?
Before Zhong Li could answer, Yao Chen said, "Little friend, I had no choice but to absorb your Fighting Qi. You should be able to see that I have only a wisp of my soul left. Without the aid of your Fighting Qi, I might have already dissipated."
Hearing Yao Chen's explanation, Xiao Yan immediately flew into a rage! You absorbed my Fighting Qi—did you get my permission?