Meng Mu spoke up from the side, "Zhaozhang, in our Huaxia, not many people possess Cultivation Skills, and those surnamed Li who are Cultivators are even rarer. Could it be that Li Fei's master is..."
"Li Xunhuan." The parents of the Meng Family couldn't help but exclaim in unison.
The next second, Li Fei burst into a fit of laughter, laughing so hard that it was irresistibly funny. He was almost losing his composure. His master, that sleazy old guy, had a name that was so literary?
"Uncle Meng, Aunt Meng, are you perhaps confused? My master is just a junk collector."
"There's no mistake, your father is undoubtedly Li Xunhuan," Meng Zhaozhang said seriously. "That's not important. What's important is that you can help Fei'er."
Li Fei was even more confused, "She's already a Cultivator. Why does she need my help?"
"That's correct. To be precise, you can help each other. It's beneficial in every way and harms in none."
