"You really don't know him?"
The old Taoist didn't seem like the type to perform random acts of kindness, yet he had saved Guan Shan. The excuse of "a good deed a day" was hardly enough to convince Ji Huan.
Guan Shan shook his head.
Although he had been in a daze for that month, unsure of what had happened, he was certain of one thing: before his injury, he had never met the old Taoist anywhere, in any capacity.
"You suspect him?"
Ji Huan nodded, then shook her head again.
"It's not exactly suspicion…"
It had been Ji Huan's idea to get information out of Ji Xiu'e.
The original plan was for the old Taoist to use his silver tongue to gain Ji Xiu'e's trust, making her willing to reveal her secrets to achieve the goal of "Exorcism and Calamity Relief."
