When Chen Xuanhua saw that Fang Xing’s words lacked any sincerity, he could only give a helpless sigh, uncertain as to whether gambling on the boy was right or wrong. After some hesitation, he sighed again and said, "Hopefully, you’ll be able to pass through this misfortune and will remember my words from today. That is all I can say now. Aiii, I’m old, this world is complicated and I always feel helpless. Your shifu already intends to retire, and so do I; we’re not like you, who can always go so boldly forward…." With another sigh, he waved his sleeve and turned, as though preparing to leave.
Fang Xing was startled and quickly asked, "You still haven’t told me how to resolve this demon spirit problem?"
