Qiu Zhiheng was even more confused: "What kind of technique did I fall for?"
Old Xu helped Qiu Zhiheng sort out the logic: "You encountered Fan Fucheng from Snowflake Bay on the mountain, and then I handled Fan Fucheng. Do you think it was me who saved you?"
Qiu Zhiheng nodded: "That's exactly how it was."
"Xiao Qiu, think again. Wasn't Fan Fucheng already seriously injured before I arrived? Who exactly injured him?"
Qiu Zhiheng thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "There was another person, someone who seemed very honest, it was him who injured Fan Fucheng. How could I forget about him..."
"That's why you fell for his technique."
"What kind of Taoist Sect technique is that?"
Xu Han shook his head: "Don't ask about this, it's best you never find out. Does this person have some connection with Li Qi?"
