"He's back?" The little old man was astonished.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly and stepped away.
"I respectfully send off Emperor Ye," the little old man said in a tone that dared not fail in respect, bowing again.
Once Ye Xuan and Yun Daoli left, the little old man wiped his cold sweat and muttered quietly, "Scary, why is that guy here…"
"Grandpa Fan, what are you doing?"
At this moment, a mischievous girl suddenly appeared behind the little old man and patted him on the shoulder.
The little old man was so frightened that he slumped to the ground. Seeing the bewildered girl, he exhaled and patted his chest, saying, "Ning Fu, what brings you here."
The girl named Ning Fu, with a ponytail and bright eyes, blinked and said softly, "Master always makes me paint talismans at home; I'm bored to death, so I sneaked out to play."
"Grandpa Fan, you won't tell Master, right?"
Ning Fu stared intently at the little old man.
It seemed like a reminder, yet it carried a hint of threat.
