Seeing Qin Hao's dumbfounded expression, Ji Xinhu said lightly, "So, the reinforcements I mentioned were just to intimidate Daoist Shan Xu, understand?"
Qin Hao nodded in bewilderment, then put on a distraught look: "Master! Aren't you afraid that old ghost will see through your bluff?"
He could hardly stay calm inside.
If Daoist Shan Xu really saw through it, and the old ghost went all out, wouldn't he and his master be dead?
"Of course, I'm afraid."
Ji Xinhu smiled slightly, "But even if we're afraid, we have to keep up the act. After all, this concerns our lives."
Hearing this, Qin Hao couldn't help but feel touched.
Despite Ji Xinhu's seemingly indifferent tone and attitude,
he traveled thousands of miles to find him, even when the entire sect was in action.
Isn't this also a display of master-apprentice camaraderie?
Fearing to show awkwardness, Qin Hao changed the topic, "By the way, Master? How long has it been since that day?"
