Shi Xueqing looked at the man in disbelief.
"You... you're the Ancestor Master?"
Huyue nodded, "You could say that, by the way, do you have any money on you?"
Shi Xueqing nodded blankly, "Um... I still have a little over a hundred yuan."
"That's enough!"
"Enough for what?"
"Enough to eat!"
"You... aren't you an immortal?"
"Nonsense, immortals don't need to eat?"
"But there are so many corpses..." Shi Xueqing said, looking at the courtyard full of dead bodies and struggling to speak.
With a flick of Huyue's hand, a streak of white flame flew past, and all the corpses turned to flying ash and disappeared.
"Tsk tsk, the Karmic Fire that Xue An gave me is really good. It's truly an essential medicine for home travel, killing people, destroying bodies, and erasing traces!" Huyue praised a few times.
"Alright, follow the Ancestor Master down the mountain!"
There was a small town shop at the foot of Mount Fanjing.
Shi Xueqing often came here to buy daily necessities.
