Translator: 549690339
When Shiroya entered the village .
âLittle ye âer, youâre back?â
Itâs really Xiao Ye âer, youâre back?â
âYe âer â¦â
Every villager who saw Bai Ye came forward in surprise and joy, and when they saw Qin ban, the village became lively.
When Ji Fu welcomed the two into his house, the whole village was in an uproar. Many men and women, young and old, surrounded Ji Fuâs courtyard, looking like silly farmers.
Seeing this, White Night could not help but have serious doubts about the speculation in his heart. The villagers of the Prajna village seemed to be just ordinary villagers, not some hidden experts.
While Bai Ye was carefully observing the villagers with colored glasses, Qin Mu had already told Ji Fu about Bai Yeâs current cultivation realm and her letter of challenge in full detail.
âWhat!â
* Cough cough *
At first, Ji Fu, who was smoking a pipe, was enjoying the story and didnât react. However, when he finally reacted and confirmed Bai Yeâs cultivation level, he choked on a puff of smoke and almost passed out.
Qin ban handed Ji Fu a cup of water, and the latter shook the cup away, but still held Qin banâs big hand excitedly. y-y-you, tell me, is it true?!
âYes.â Qin nodded his head steadily.
Ji Fu, âhehe.â
He had forgotten to check Bai Yeâs cultivation level, and only held Qinâs hand in a daze. After about half an hour, âsmokeâ magically came out of his seven orifices.
That silly look!
Bai Ye could not help but rub the space between his brows as he watched. He was really suspicious of her âExpert Villageâ speculation.
good, good, good Pixiu! Ji Fu sighed a few times. Under Bai Yeâs suspicious gaze, he slowly transformed into a solemn master!
âIn that case, Xiao Ye âer should be going to that place.â Ji Fu said as he got up and rummaged through the cabinets, finally pulling out a wrinkled sheepskin scroll.
Looking at the torn sheepskin scroll in his hand, Ji Fuâs expression became very complicated. He remembered when he was young, his father had handed this sheepskin scroll to Bai Zhan, who was still a young man. In a flash, more than a hundred years had passed.
His father had died, and so had his old master.
As for the new generation of little spirit Lord, she had already grown to the point where she could come and take the inheritance map from him.
âLittle ye âer.â Ji Fu handed the sheepskin scroll to Bai Ye. letâs go here.
White Night reached out to take the sheepskin scroll, but at this moment.
âSwish!â The Prajna celestial realm trembled!
Bai Yeâs eyelids twitched. He felt a stream of water flowing from the sheepskin scroll in his hand to her paradise of wisdom, and then ⦠And then â¦
The sheepskin scroll in White nightâs hand turned into dust and dissipated.
Ji Fu was speechless.
Qin ban was speechless.
The two of them looked at each other in shock, but Bai Ye was lying softly on the table beside them, as if he had fallen asleep. This time ⦠âUncle Ji, whatâs going on?â Qin ban didnât understand.
Ji Fuâs old face paled in panic!
âHow could this be?!â Ji Fuâs wrinkled hands were trembling in panic. In the âlast wordsâ passed down by the Ji family, there was no mention of the inheritance map being turned into dust.
This Kasaya
How could he not panic?
At the same time.
âShua shua shuaâ
It was as if the White Night in deep sleep, under the frightened gazes of the two-