"No!" the man retorted, his voice trembling. "Haven't you noticed? The distance between them and us hasn't changed. It's always been this far."
"What the hell are you talking about? Do you still want to work?" The remaining sedan bearer also joined the discussion.
"It seems so," said the fourth bearer. "When we go slow, they go slow; when we go fast, they go fast. Speaking of which, I've walked this road several times before. Is this path really that long? I've seen that crooked tree connected to other trees three times already. I don't think there were three such trees on this road before, right?"
Everyone fell silent. Fan Zhiyi listened to their discussion and swallowed.
At this moment, someone knocked on his sedan chair, and Fan Zhiyi was startled: "Who?"
"Sir, you are the only one among us from the Fan family. The Fan family is a family of immortal cultivators after all. Do you know any magic?"
Yes, but the original body only knows the basics, and Fan Zhiyi, who just took over this body, knows nothing at the moment. Fan Zhiyi blamed Bai Bai: "Why do other people who travel through time have cheat codes, but I don't?"
"Doesn't mind reading count?"
"What's the point of this? I'm in danger and I'm going to read the ghost's mind?"
Fan Zhiyi was so pessimistic about this mind-reading skill, and Bai Bai really didn't want to tell him that this mind-reading skill had one extremely useless aspect.
Understanding the system's silence, Fan Zhiyi flattered, "Baibai, can we discuss giving me a cheat code? For example, giving me a cultivation level that surpasses ten thousand people? I'll go and beat the evil male protagonist down until he never dares to do evil again."
"The host is really imaginative sometimes," Bai Bai retorted. "He did manage to hide a highly skilled body in this world before, generated by the combined power of numerous systems, but he disappeared due to an accident. And the sudden appearance of a highly skilled cultivator could easily lead the current male protagonist to notice something is amiss in this world, causing trouble."
"Oh, all right then."
Fan Zhiyi went to chat with the system, but he didn't think that the system could really give him any reliable solutions. He just wanted to relieve his fear.
The people outside couldn't wait for Fan Zhiyi's answer and were getting anxious. They urged him, "Sir, please speak up. Contact Mr. Fan's team and ask them to stop and wait for us."
Fan Zhiyi asked the system: "How can I contact you?"
"The host can still transmit sound over short distances if he wants," Bai Bai taught Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi imitated the diagrams in the "One Hundred Thousand Small Immortal Cultivation Spells" that Bai Bai had found for him, making hand gestures and reciting incantations. Then he realized he couldn't contact the other party at all. He tried several times, but to no avail. "What's going on?"
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