"Elder Shi."
Just as Elder Shi slipped into the mysterious area, the three of them—Ye Bufan, Huang Xuan, and Jia Duobao—happened to push open the door and walk in, witnessing Elder Shi's little maneuver with their own eyes.
All four of them froze at once.
The scene turned awkward in an instant.
"Ahem... Elder Shi, please continue. We'll come pay you a visit later."
The three of them hurriedly pulled back their right feet, which had just crossed the threshold, quickly shut the door, and turned to leave.
If it were an ordinary person, being caught doing something like this would have been unbearably awkward. They'd have been too ashamed to show their face.
But who was Elder Shi?
He hadn't even pulled his hand back, let alone felt embarrassed.
Who was he?
He was the god in charge of the Spring and Autumn Annals!
After Ye Bufan and the others left, Elder Shi gave a mischievous chuckle and resumed his little maneuver.
Before long, Elder Shi seemed to feel a little cold. He shivered, then let out a long breath.
He set down the Spring and Autumn Annals, hurriedly grabbed the quilt beside him and pulled it over himself. At the same time, his face turned pale.
Just then, Ye Bufan and the others happened to return.
This time, the three of them knocked on the door.
"Come in." Elder Shi's feeble voice came from inside the room. He sounded so weak that he seemed on the verge of death.
When they pushed the door open and entered, Ye Bufan and the others saw Elder Shi lying on the wooden bed, barely breathing.
Their expressions couldn't have been stranger.
Was this what an old master of the craft was like? They'd caught him red-handed, and yet he could still