Chen Fan was speechless.
"No money!"
He refused directly.
The old Daoist glanced at Chen Fan, "So stingy?"
Chen Fan spoke with facts, turning his pockets inside out.
"You've got nothing!"
"Damn..." The old Daoist also spat.
Chen Fan immediately followed up with, "Want to drink some air? Air is good too!"
"..."
Although the old Daoist said nothing, in his heart, ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping.
He appeared defeated by Chen Fan.
"Forget it, forget it!"
"I really didn't expect your pockets to be cleaner than your face!"
The old Daoist pouted.
Chen Fan said irritably, "Alright, alright, enough nonsense, let's get to business first!"
The old Daoist rubbed his belly, "I'm hungry!"
Chen Fan ignored him.
Choosing to remain silent.
The old Daoist spat again, "Poor ghost!"
"..."
To be honest, if Chen Fan had less self-control, he might have attacked.
There was nothing he could do but sigh. "Looks like we have to go to the Gu Men!"
"You know where Gu Men is?" Chen Fan asked.
The old Daoist replied, "That's my family sect, how could I not know?"
Chen Fan heard the implication, frowned, and found it a bit interesting, "Tsk tsk... you old fellow, you're quite interesting!"
"You're going to deal with your own people?"
The old Daoist continued, "Although we are of the same sect, our destinies are different, and my tribulation is also related to him... Do you want to hear my story?"
"It's quite interesting!"
Chen Fan directly interrupted, "No mood, shut up!"
"Let's get to business!"
"Alright..."
After spending some time with the old Daoist, Chen Fan learned that the Gu Men sect was a sect native to Zhonghai.
They usually lived in seclusion, as they disdained worldly things!
Wealth and riches were easily attainable for them, hence their indifference!
What they truly cared about was power...
From the old Daoist, Chen Fan learned that Gu Men had a tradition of over three hundred years, making it a true ancient sect. It was many times stronger than those established only ten or twenty years ago!
However, compared to the Chen clan, they were still slightly inferior!
Thus, the two wandered to the outskirts of Zhonghai. After passing through a dense forest, they finally saw an ancient courtyard.
Because the dense forest blocked out the sun, it shrouded the entire manor, making it impossible to discover its existence from the ground or the sky.
It was truly living in the world while being hidden from it.
Chen Fan was slightly surprised, "We're at their doorstep, and there's no movement. It seems their defenses aren't that great!"
"Heh heh..." The old Daoist shook his head. "Young friend, you've misunderstood. From the moment we entered the forest until now, we haven't escaped their eyes, understand?"
"Really?" Chen Fan said indifferently.
"Yes!" The old Daoist squinted. "Just watch, it won't be long before the people from Gu Men come out!"
Chen Fan scoffed and didn't reply.
He wanted to see if the Gu family would act as the old Daoist claimed.
After a while, as expected, a figure swooped down from the sky. It was an elderly man with white hair, wearing tattered burlap clothes, giving the impression of a beggar.
"Who goes there?"
The old Daoist smiled playfully, "Don't you recognize me so soon?"
"Old scoundrel?"