Why Do People Get Sick (I)

"Oh?"

Zhou Zhi drawled, a teasing smile appearing on his face.

Behind him, the crow-like [Vermilion Bird] seemed to change expression as it continued grappling with the pestilence pigeon.

"Please come inside for a talk, Mr. Zhou Ran."

The man's voice was refined and antiquated, as though it had drifted from some distant past, spreading outward like ripples from the center of a lake.

Zhou Zhi was in no hurry. He simply lifted his leg and walked inside.

He paid no attention at all to the battle between the two birds behind him.

The door opened by itself without any wind, an exceedingly eerie sight.

Yet Zhou Zhi did not care in the slightest and walked straight in.

Several candles burned amid the scent of special [sandalwood].

Zhou Zhi saw an old man kneeling on a cushion.

His face was deeply wrinkled, his eyes narrowed, and his hair hung loose. It was obvious that he had been an exceptionally handsome man in his youth.

Even at his current age, traces of his former splendor could still be seen.

Zhou Zhi calmly sat down on the cushion opposite the old man.

As if he were the master of this place.

"Greetings... Chancellor Hua."

"Of course, I am not an official of the Chengyun Dynasty. I would rather call you..."

"Senior Hua Qianqiu."

Hua Qianqiu.

The most renowned Plague Exterminator of the Chengyun Dynasty.

In his youth, he had spent years fighting on the front lines of the Plague Extermination World.

As the young master of Chengyun's foremost aristocratic family, Hua Qianqiu had never possessed even a trace of arrogance from the day he was born.

He was powerful, earnest, and possessed talent and determination beyond those of ordinary people.

What truly made his name resound, however, was that several decades ago,