And wait for Bai Ye to walk into the village.
"Is Xiaoye back?"
"Hey! It's really Xiaoye'er, you're back?!"
"Ye'er—"
Every villager who saw Bai Ye came forward in surprise and joy. When they saw Qin Ban also coming, the village suddenly became lively.
When Ji Fu welcomed the two into his house, the whole village was in an uproar. Many men, women, old and young, happily gathered outside Ji Fu's yard, like silly farmers.
Bai Ye couldn't help but have serious doubts about his own speculation. Uh... The villagers of Prajna Village seemed to be just ordinary villagers, not some hidden masters.
While Bai Ye was observing the villagers carefully with tinted glasses, Qin Ban had already told Ji Fu everything about Bai Ye's current level of cultivation and her declaration of war.
"What!"
"Ahem..."
Ji Fu, who was smoking a pipe, listened with great interest at first and did not react. But when he reacted and confirmed Bai Ye's cultivation level, he was choked by a puff of smoke and almost died.
Qin Ban handed Ji Fu some water, but the latter waved away the cup and excitedly held Qin Ban's hand, saying with a red face and thick neck, "You, you, you, tell me, are you serious?!"
"Yeah." Qin Ban nodded steadily.
Ji Fu: “…”
He even forgot to check Bai Ye's cultivation level and just held Qin Ban's hand stupidly. After about half a quarter of an hour, he miraculously sprayed "smoke" from his seven orifices.
That's silly...
Bai Ye couldn't help but rub his brows when seeing this, and he really doubted her "Expert Village" speculation.
“Okay, okay, okay…” Ji Fu sighed a few times, and under Bai Ye’s suspicious gaze, he slowly transformed into the appearance of a solemn master!
"In that case, Xiaoye'er should go to that place." Ji Fu said, and he got up to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found a wrinkled sheepskin roll.
Looking at the tattered parchment scroll in his hand, Ji Fu's eyes became very complicated. He remembered the scene when his father handed this parchment scroll to the young Bai Zhan in front of him when he was young.
More than a hundred years passed in a flash.
My father died, and the old master also died.
The new generation of little spirit masters have grown to the point where they can come to him to get the inheritance map.
"Xiao Ye'er." Ji Fu handed the parchment scroll to Bai Ye, "Go here."
Bai Ye reached out to take the parchment scroll, but at the moment he took it.
"Om!" The Prajna fairyland trembles!
Bai Ye's eyelids twitched, and she felt a stream of waves flowing from the parchment scroll in her hand to her Prajna Wonderland, and then - and then -
"… "
The parchment scroll in Bai Ye's hand turned into powder and dissipated into smoke.
Ji Fu: “!”
Qin Ban: “!”
The two looked at each other in shock, but Bai Ye lay softly beside them on the table, as if he had fallen asleep. Now...
"Uncle Ji, what's going on?" Qin Ban didn't understand.
Ji Fu’s old face turned pale, pale with panic!
“How could this happen…” Ji Fu’s wrinkled hands were shaking with panic, because in the “last words” passed down orally by their Ji family, there had never been any explanation that the inheritance map would be reduced to dust.
this…
How can he not panic?!
And at the same time.
"Buzz..."
As if the sleeping white night, under the horrified gaze of the two people—