Yan Chihuo looked at Feng Yi, secretly puzzled. At the Spirit Cultivation Stage, few Cultivators spent their days sprawled amid heaps of women. What these Spirit Cultivation Stage Cultivators thought about was how to advance to the Ascension Stage and ultimately attain the Dao and ascend.
Feng Yi said, "Please, have a seat, young friend. I still do not know how to address you. Yuanhua Sanren and I had some history back then. Though his cultivation has now fallen greatly, I could not deny him a little face. Otherwise, I would not have let him leave that day. I hope you do not blame me, young friend."
Yan Chihuo hurriedly said, "This junior is Yan Chihuo of the East Sea, a mere Rogue Cultivator. Senior saved my life—such kindness and grace are already beyond repayment. How could I dare harbor any other thoughts?"
Feng Yi laughed heartily. "So you come from the East Sea. The East Sea has always been abundant and prosperous. What brought you to our Crimson Blood Desert, young friend?"
Yan Chihuo hesitated slightly, thinking to himself, Since this man recognized the Demon Immortal Fruit from me, he must have seen my Three Heads and Six Arms. He probably assumes I consumed a poisonless Demon Immortal Fruit. If I tell him the truth, he will surely investigate the reason. But if I say nothing, sooner or later I will still need to trade for his Ten-Thousand-Year Purple Ganoderma Orchid.
He replied vaguely, "This junior was afflicted by a strange poison. I heard there might be a cure in the Crimson Blood Desert, so I came here to try my luck."
Feng Yi gave him a glance, a faint smile that was not quite a smile appearing on his face. "From what I can see, young friend, your