Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety: Qingshan Town
The old man smiled at them. "I was just heading back to Qingshan Town. Come along with me."
The two couldn't help feeling delighted. Bi Fan quickly clasped his hands and smiled. "Thank you, Elder."
The old man smiled and gestured that there was no need to be so polite. With the firewood he had chopped on his back, he bent slightly and started down the mountain.
Zheng Shi'an hurried over to take the firewood from him and hoisted it onto his own back. "Elder, let me carry it for you."
The old man smiled and waved his hand. "No need. I'm hale and hearty. It's no trouble at all!"
But Zheng Shi'an was so eager that the old man had no choice but to let him carry the firewood. Bi Fan picked up the basket of herbs in front of him, while Xiao Lian silently followed behind them.
As they walked, Bi Fan casually tried to find out more. "Elder, are you from Qingshan Town?"
"That's right. I've lived in Qingshan Town for many years."
"Then have you heard of a young man named Xu Lie?"
The moment Bi Fan finished speaking, the old man stopped dead in his tracks. His previously cheerful expression turned grave. "Are you looking for Xu Lie?"
Noticing his unusual reaction, Bi Fan felt puzzled. He exchanged a glance with Xiao Lian and Zheng Shi'an, then slowly nodded. "Yes. It seems you know him?"
The old man suddenly grew displeased. With a stony expression, he took back both the firewood from Zheng Shi'an's back and the herb basket from Bi Fan's hands. His voice turned cold. "I don't need your help anymore, and I'm not willing to show you the way. Goodbye."
The strange reaction left all