Seeing Cheng Yu deep in thought, the Old Village Chief did not disturb him.
After a long while, Cheng Yu shook his head and finally looked at the Old Village Chief. Though Cheng Yu was now only an ordinary man, he still had an eye for people. The Old Village Chief was clearly no ordinary person; otherwise, how could a common farmer know so much?
With that thought, Cheng Yu spoke directly.
"You certainly know a great deal, sir."
The Old Village Chief waved a hand.
"I served as a soldier in a big city when I was young. All I know is a little hearsay. You flatter me, my lord."
Cheng Yu did not respond. Instead, he looked out the window at the completely dark sky, feeling a little embarrassed. It seemed he would have to spend another night under their roof.
Wanting to see whether there was anything he could do, Cheng Yu asked the Old Village Chief,
"I will leave for the county town first thing tomorrow morning. Is there anything you need help with, sir? If it is within my power, I certainly won't refuse."
The Old Village Chief seemed tempted, but he wondered whether it would be improper to make a request after providing only a bed, a flatbread, and a bowl of soup.
Seeing his hesitation, Cheng Yu smiled.
"Cultivators place great importance on fate. It was fate that brought me to trouble your family today, and doing something for you would bring that connection to fulfillment. Please don't stand on ceremony, sir."
Only then did the Old Village Chief sigh. Looking at Cheng Yu with a hint of hope, he asked,
"May I ask whether you know of demon monsters, my lord?"
Cheng Yu was puzzled. The term "demon monster" kept cropping up