On the top deck of the hundred-meter ship, inside Chen Mu's room.
"What's the deal with Old Xu? Does he have a grudge against you?" Chen Mu asked Yuan Xian curiously.
"Indeed, there are some small disputes, but not a major vendetta," Yuan Xian explained. "This person is a protector in the Lock Dragon Institute's Hall of Spirit Honor, mastering countless Netherworld Ghost Patterns. He could teach you the Red-Eyed Ghost Pattern more efficiently."
"Moreover, although this person is greedy, he is extremely trustworthy, which is why I spent a great deal of money to invite him."
"Then did Xu Zhou give you any trouble? That doesn't make sense; after all, he took the money." Yuan Xian frowned.
"Could it be that your identity as a Qi Cultivator has been exposed?" Yuan Xian's expression changed.
Chen Mu couldn't help but frown upon hearing this.
