There was a sudden thought popping up in his head: Even he has to consume rice after all?

Monk Gu’s disciple said, “It’s nothing,” and smoothed down his clothes. He took the initiative, “I heard the young man from Qing Feng said that you were the one who escorted the Zhang’s descendant to Tai Hu? A pleasure to meet you, my name is Ye Baiyi3.”

He was not at all similar to Gao Chong, who was a much more sociable individual. Around him was an air of detachment from every mortal matter – almost made him feel like he didn’t exist. Not to mention, there was also a strange feeling of dissonant about him.

Zhou Zishu was surprised and puzzled that such a person would speak to him first, so he habitually resorted to empty pleasantries as replies.

Ye Baiyi paid no mind to those, looking at him with indifference. His next sentence was, “I see that your breathing is stagnant and your movements are heavy; whatever you’re burdened with is now beyond cure. But how strange is it that someone like you can possess such a vital spirit?”

Zhou Zishu fell silent. He felt like this man must have cultivated his immortal aura in Mount Chang Ming for so long that he no longer spoke the human way, just like his master.

After some thoughts, Ye Baiyi inquired further, “How much time do you have left, three years? Two years?”

At this topic, Zhou Zishu felt like neither refusal nor acquiescence was the right answer. He smiled stiffly, “How keen-eyed you are, Brother Ye, no wonder…”

It was as if Ye Baiyi was wearing filtering nets on his ears as he shot down all of that nonsense. He didn’t wait for Zhou Zishu to finish before replying, “Everyone who are near death will at least show some signs4 and have to endure suffering beyond words, but you’re still here indulging in luxuries. This shows that you definitely have some serious experience under your belt – since when did such individuals emerge in our pugilist scene…” Then he turned and walked away, completely ignoring Zhou Zishu.

After having left a great distance between them, he seemed to remember something and turned his head back towards the man behind him, “If you don’t mind, treat me to wine some day.”

As if doing that would be my one of my greatest life achievements or something, Zhou Zishu thought silently.

He followed the majority of people to the Gao’s Manor to see what this legendary “Ghost” was all about, and saw nothing but an middle-age fierce-looking man being tied up in front of them—so this was what it felt like to watch a public execution. The Ghost’s upper body was naked intentionally to show the feral ghost face on his back, indicating that this one must be the real deal.