"So a Heretical Cult member was chasing you?" An Buchen continued to conjecture, which made the situation even less significant. After all, even Lu Baoshen had managed to escape.
"No, it was a pervert in a black bodysuit," Lu Baoshen recounted his encounter with the black-clad weirdo before slamming An Buchen's desk angrily, "You tell me, the Ghost Man isn't around and he bullies me. The Ghost Man is around and he still bullies me. Doesn't that make me the Ancestral Dao in vain?"
"Hmm." An Buchen's response was still unemotional, finally feeling completely relieved inside.
It seemed there was no chance of provoking the Original Strange Talk; with that out of the way, things would be easier to handle.
"Here's some tea; your voice is too hoarse. I didn't recognize it before, which is why I opened the door a bit late," An Buchen said with an unchanged expression.
