Xu Qingtong continued dealing with the bucktoothed man while looking around. Before long, he spotted Hong Fei again, begging in another corner.
Clearly, he still had not received anything, and he left the table looking dejected.
"After the hour of Xu, come to the Bing room on the third floor!" Xu Qingtong transmitted to Hong Fei. "Don't look around, and don't try to find me. Do as I say, and perhaps I can help you!"
Hearing Xu Qingtong's voice transmission, Hong Fei had wanted to look for the speaker, but after hearing his instructions, he silently left the restaurant.
Xu Qingtong sat in the first-floor hall a little longer, then rose and returned to the Bing room on the third floor.
He sat cross-legged on the bed and waited quietly.
After the hour of Xu had passed, footsteps sounded outside, followed by a knock on his door.
"Come in!" Xu Qingtong said.
The door opened, and Hong Fei walked in.
Xu Qingtong sprang down from the bed and waved his hand, setting up several restrictions to block outside probing.
"Please sit, fellow Daoist! There are a few things I'd like to ask you!" Xu Qingtong said.
With a wooden expression, Hong Fei walked over to a chair and sat down, silently waiting for Xu Qingtong's questions.
"May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?"
"Hong Fei!"
"Which school do you hail from?"
"I belong to no school or sect!"
"Why did you lose all your cultivation?"
"I have nothing to say about that!"
Xu Qingtong immediately felt frustrated. Why was this man like this? Could they not have a pleasant conversation?
"I know you're wary of me. That's perfectly normal, since we don't know each other! I've heard a little about your situation. Can you tell me what you need spirit