Chapter 84: I've Been Fasting for a Long Time—I'm Not Hungry

The paper crane came to life... Was this some kind of movie special effect? Duan Xingye was sure he had just encountered a true master, unless he’d really run into a little fairy! He kowtowed ten times in a row, so hard his head spun. Bai Chuwei leaned nonchalantly against the luxury car, calmly accepting his kowtows, then corrected him with clear disdain, “Call me Ancestor, not Father. I don’t have such a foolish son as you.”

“Ancestor!” Duan Xingye cried obediently.

Well, that was quick.

Duan Feihan returned, handing a roll to each of them. Duan Xingye wiped the blood from his forehead and took it cheerfully.

Bai Chuwei glanced over but didn’t reach for the bread. “I haven’t needed to eat for a long time. I’m not hungry.”

Duan Xingye, stuffing his mouth with bread, swallowed a chunk and gushed, “An expert who lives without eating? Ancestor, you’re truly amazing, I’m your number one fan!”

Duan Feihan shot Duan Xingye a cold look, then turned to Bai Chuwei, his deep voice gentle. “Have a little something to fill your stomach for now. Later, I’ll take you both to a real dinner.” The girl had always been picky about food, so he added another gentle reminder.

For a moment, as Bai Chuwei gazed at his handsome features in the moonlight, she was lost in thought. For five thousand years, countless people had revered her as their ancestor, worshipping her with the utmost respect—yet he seemed to be only the second man who simply treated her as a young lady, caring for her in his own way.

A strange feeling stirred within her. She reached out and took the bread, tearing open the packaging. Standing beside her, Duan Feihan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her.

Duan Xingye watched the scene in silence. Such treatment! Even his grand-uncle had never waited on his own grandfather like this.

Bai Chuwei ate slowly, her movements inherently graceful. Moonlight bathed her, and a spring breeze carried a few petals to rest gently on her hair; she was so beautiful she almost seemed otherworldly.

No wonder there were rumors of immortals living atop Yunwu Mountain...

Duan Xingye finished eating quickly, then started fretting again. “Weiwei, will anyone else try to harm me? What should I do?”

He hesitated, a bit embarrassed. “Can I stay at your place tonight? I’ll even sleep at the doorway, on the floor, if I have to.”

Duan Feihan’s expression darkened completely. “Duan Xingye, what nonsense are you talking about?!”

Duan Xingye shrank back, clutching the mineral water and drinking silently.

Still eating her bread, Bai Chuwei gave him a sidelong glance and snorted lightly. “What’s there to be afraid of? You survived; the formation is broken. He’s got enough trouble of his own right now.”

Duan Feihan’s deep eyes narrowed sharply. He immediately caught the key in Bai Chuwei’s words. “You know who it is?”

She shrugged. “I do. He’s a Feng Shui master in Haicheng—goes by Master Sun.”

With the Duan family bound to investigate after such an incident, it wouldn’t hurt to give them a clue. Besides, she was waiting for Master Sun to come crawling to her within three days.

The Ancestor had always been kind. She believed in giving people a chance to mend their ways.

Once Master Sun arrived, he could choose for himself whether to lose a leg or an arm.

At the mention of a “Feng Shui master,” Duan Feihan’s handsome brows furrowed like distant mountains. He stepped forward and opened the car door. “Alright, I’ve noted it. Let’s go. I’ll take you both to dinner first.”

The three of them got into the car one by one, and the black sedan vanished into the night.

Moments after they left, a taxi pulled up at the police station. A nervous driver got out, tears streaming down his face as he ran inside.

“Officer, officer, I have something urgent to report!”