Suddenly, a clumsy voice broke the somewhat delicate atmosphere.
Ji Mo Fan didn't need to turn around to recognize that this was the same boy who had first climbed to the top of the mountain and spoken to him.
Only then did he turn his gaze to the unfamiliar child for the first time, taking a serious look at him.
He looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, or even younger. He was tall and slender, but thin, and didn't seem to come from a wealthy family; he looked more like a child from a poor, ordinary family.
Ji Mofan didn't show it on his face, still returning the smile, but he was somewhat puzzled in his heart.
His reputation is indeed very high in the cultivation world, but for ordinary people, there shouldn't be anything worth passing on.
Even now, there are still quite a few people in the mortal realm who do not believe in the path of immortal cultivation, and they regard it as a scourge along with witchcraft and sorcery, avoiding it like the plague.
Ji Mofan had encountered villages like this before. After hearing that he was a cultivator who had come to exorcise demons, they wouldn't even give him a sip of water. The villagers, carrying farm tools such as sleds and sickles, drove him out of the village.
Although ordinary iron tools would not cause any harm to the villagers of Jimo at that time, he could not really fight with them.
As a result, during that demon-slaying mission, he not only had to worry about the powerful demon lurking in the shadows, but also had to avoid the villagers.
It took a long and complicated process to resolve the problem, which dragged on for a considerable amount of time. During this time, the great demon also caused the deaths of many more innocent lives.
But Ji Mo Fan was helpless at the time. The villagers refused to cooperate, and he couldn't use the soul-searching technique, which was designed for cultivators, to forcibly mobilize the memories of mortals to assist his investigation.
Even ordinary cultivators would find it difficult to resist the soul-searching technique from a high-level cultivator. If it were aimed at mortals, even if he could find the location of the great demon, the villagers would probably have already been tortured to death by the soul-searching technique.
Putting the cart before the horse.
However, thinking back to that experience...
Ji Mofan looked up and glanced at the child again.
He was led by the disciple in charge and had already gone quite a distance.
"Are you from Chaogui Village by the East China Sea?" he asked loudly.
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