Qin Yi felt her eyes go blurry as a figure gradually congealed before her. He was an old man dressed in white robes with a white beard and hair, but his face was rosy, a jade hairpin in his head. He truly resembled an immortal that had descended to the mortal world.
Before Qin Yi could speak, Feng Qingge sat up with a grunt, summoning a wind blade and sending it towards the old man. She clenched her teeth and growled, "Stinking old man, you finally let this young master catch you. Damn you, if you dare lie to me, I'll cut off your stupid beard."
Before the wind blade could even reach the old man, it automatically disappeared. He looked at Feng Qingge helplessly. "My dear young friend, why all the anger? This old one did not lie to you back then. Look, didn't I gift you with the fire phoenix?"