Shuanghuang's fist missed its mark, and he was still angry. But he was unwilling to openly resist Ji Mofan, so he could only vent his emotions on others.
"If you're going to see someone, then see them. Why are you hiding your face?" He pointed to the face of the person in the room.
The person had a large Nuo mask on their head, completely covering their face.
"I'm ugly, and I'm afraid I'll scare you, little one, if I take off my mask." The man's voice was frighteningly hoarse, as if it had been roasted over a fire and then stuffed with cold snow, repeated ten times.
“But you look scary with the mask on,” Ge Gen said.
The person wearing the Nuo mask immediately turned their gaze to Ge Gen, who was standing next to Ji Mo Fan.
Although Ge Gen was a genuine twelve-year-old child inside and out, he had always been very brave. Even when he was tied to a bamboo raft and pushed into the deep sea, all he could think about was how to comfort the crying little girl beside him.
Although the Nuo face has human features, every line is exaggerated to a great extent, making it look more like a demon or monster in the general sense.
“The town near my home also holds a Nuo opera festival every Ghost Festival.” Ge Gen did not dodge or flinch, but looked directly back at the strange man in front of him. “Masks of your type are usually used to play evil spirits in the play, and evil spirits that have committed serious crimes.”
"It would be better to choose a different design," he suggested sincerely.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but smile.
This kid can be quite eloquent sometimes.
The Nuo masked figure's expression was obscured by a mask.
Yu Wen's expression was somewhat subtle. "Sir, why did you choose this kind of patterned mask?"
"This appearance is... not suitable for appearing in front of the other disciples of Qianhelou."
"I'm not seeing anyone else," the masked figure casually flicked his sleeve. "I'll just wear whatever comes to mind."
Yu Wen could attack Xu Jingwen, who was likely to become the chief of the Xiaoling Sect, without any regard for consequences, but he showed great respect to this injured Nuo masked man.
Ji Mo Fan nodded slightly, secretly making some guesses about the identity of the person in front of him.
He couldn't see through this person's cultivation level, and in fact, he couldn't detect any spiritual energy fluctuations at all.
There are only two possibilities: either he lost all his spiritual power due to injury and is now just a mortal.
Secondly, he may possess some magical artifact that conceals his cultivation level.
Judging from the fresh ink on the talismans outside the door, if Yu Wen wasn't lying, then it should be the latter.
But why would this person use such a magical artifact?
Suppressing his doubts, Ji Mo Fan politely cupped his hands in greeting, "My surname is Fan. May I ask how you should address me?"
“Call me Wangshu,” said the masked man.
Ji Mo Fan lowered his eyes and didn't say anything more.
“Haven’t we already consulted many healers? There are only so many treatments for my injury, and some of them don’t even sound like reliable methods.” Wang Shu turned to look at Yu Wen, “Why did you find another healer?”
“This time there really is a turning point.” Yu Wen hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting. “When I came to see you last time, you didn’t reply. I should have told you long ago.”
"When I explored the Misty Realm last time, I happened to find an egg of an Arc Light Qilin."
Wang Shu's mood clearly improved. "Didn't the medical cultivator often mention that the blood of a lightning-attribute Qilin could heal my meridians damaged by the lightning tribulation?"
“Yes. But since that thing hasn’t hatched yet, it can’t be used for treatment, so I wasn’t in a hurry to report it to you,” Yu Wen said. “Moreover, unfortunately, I was seen by others when I obtained it in the Misty Secret Realm.”
Wang Shu pondered for a moment, then asked, "Who is it?"
"Yun Cang Sword Sect, Jimo Fan".
Ji Mofan didn't react much when he heard his name called. He just slightly lifted his eyelids to look at the person wearing the Nuo mask.
Although most of her face was covered by a mask, holes were cut out for her eyes to make it easier to see.
It's true that cultivators can see with their divine sense, but it was ordinary people who created Nuo opera culture; they didn't have that ability.
The pupils in his eyes flickered a few times. "Oh? He wants the Arcane Kirin's egg too?"
“Yes. So the chief of Jimo made a deal with me.” Yu Wen recounted his conversation with Jimo Fan in the secret realm in detail.
After listening, Wang Shu turned her gaze to Ji Mo Fan, who had been standing silently to the side.
"So, you were sent by Ji Mofan to probe my strengths and weaknesses first?"
"I wouldn't dare say that," Ji Mofan said, lowering his head.
I dare not say it, but that's what I did.
Yu Wen sighed inwardly, truly worthy of being a young person who could become the chief.
Although he seemed like an ordinary young man when they met that day, his demeanor was anything but timid, and his every word and action was sharp and assertive, even the outside help he brought in was of the same kind.
The Yuncang Sword Sect may have great opportunities in the future.
Yu Wen had no idea about the secrets of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
Even if they knew, they would only have the same thought of poaching talent as Ling Yihan from Changfeng Valley.
However, Qianhelou doesn't have the resources and courage of those major sects; he can only dream about it.
How could their small, insignificant family possibly tolerate a great man who had already ascended to the Heavenly Ranking of the Dao Inquiry Conference at the age of seventeen?
“It just so happens that I haven’t seen anyone in a long time, so it’s no problem for you to take a look at me.” Wang Shu generously extended her hand to Ji Mo Fan.
Ji Mofan shook his head. "It's windy outside, and there are other factors interfering, so the pulse diagnosis will definitely not be accurate. May I come inside and examine you?"
Wang Shu did not speak.
It was Yu Wen who spoke up for him, “Mr. Fan, given Wang Shu’s current condition… it is really inconvenient to invite anyone to the house.”
The implication is that you shouldn't be so picky and pretentious; just do a token gesture so that everyone can save face.
If today's events truly involved the elderly Mr. Fan from Jimo Fan, then perhaps things will really come to a halt.
But standing here is Ji Mofan himself, and his purpose in coming here is to find out exactly what's wrong with this Wang Shu.
We certainly can't give in easily now.
"The quality of the living environment also reflects the patient's recovery status." Ji Mofan spoke his nonsense as if it were true. "Moreover, if the room is too unclean, it will not be convenient for the patient's later recovery. What do you two think?"
What do you think? What do you think? Of course, we have to listen to whoever is the healer.
The reason is reasonable, although it is a bit impolite. Firstly, his cultivation level in the Nascent Soul stage is evident, and secondly, he is now an "envoy" who came under the name of Ji Mofan. Regardless of whether there is any grudge between the two, he should not take his anger out on unrelated bystanders.
Ji Mo Fan did not think his "reasonable" request would be rejected.
Sure enough, Wang Shu hesitated for only a very short while before turning around and slightly closing the door. "Please allow me to tidy up a bit."
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