Qi Yuan looked at the old man.
Hidden information also caught his eye at this moment.
[Chen Kangbao, age sixty-seven, once an Artificer, physically frail, weak in strength.]
This white-faced old man was named Chen Kangbao and, to his surprise, was also an Artificer.
This made Qi Yuan quite astonished, "You are an Artificer, can you refine Magic Artifacts?"
Artificers were generally of precious status, even if they went mad, they would not be sent to the Madhouse, but would be worshipped at home like living Buddhas.
Could it be that Chen Kangbao, like him, was framed and sent to the Madhouse?
After all, from what he could see, Chen Kangbao only spoke erratically, he was not really ill.
If he was considered mad, what about Ziyuan Daxue?
"Immortal sir... this old fool's memory worsens when hungry," said Chen Kangbao, hunching over, and truly seemed to regard Qi Yuan as some kind of deity.
"I am not an immortal," Qi Yuan denied.