Shi Zhanti was furious and decided to teach Nangong Wentian a lesson—beat him into submission first.
"Harmony brings wealth."
Hua Yunfei held back the angry Shi Zhanti and looked at Nangong Wentian. "We were just preparing to visit the Nangong Immortal Clan. Brother Nangong, could you lead the way?"
"Oh? Who are you planning to visit in my clan?" Nangong Wentian asked.
"Your clan's ancestor," Hua Yunfei said.
"My clan's ancestor?"
Nangong Wentian raised a brow and stroked his chin, looking troubled. "My clan's ancestor suffered a severe injury in recent years and has entered secluded cultivation unto death. I'm afraid your wish cannot be granted."
He did not say that Hua Yunfei's group was unqualified to meet the Nangong Immortal Clan's Quasi-Immortal King ancestor, because anyone with half a brain could tell that these people had extraordinary identities.
"Perfect. I brought an immortal pill for healing. It can cure your clan ancestor's injuries," Hua Yunfei said.
"My clan ancestor's injury is unusual. Healing immortal pills are useless."
Nangong Wentian sighed, his eyes full of sorrow, as though he were deeply worried about his clan ancestor.
"I almost believed you."
Had Hua Yunfei not known what people who cultivated the Cautious Path were like, he might really have been fooled by Nangong Wentian.
For Cautious Path cultivators, any injury they took the initiative to reveal definitely meant they were fine!
If they were truly hurt, Cautious Path cultivators would definitely heal in secret and only show themselves after recovering.
That Nangong Immortal Clan ancestor was supposedly badly injured, but in truth, he was surely perfectly fine and hopping about in secret.
"Stop pretending. We're all the same kind of people," Hua Yunfei said bluntly.
Nangong Wentian blinked, stunned for a moment. The same kind of people?
Then he understood, and