Chapter 11 Demon Suppression Army
On the streets of Lin'an City, pedestrians hurried along, lacking the usual relaxation.
Most of the people on the road were martial artists. In recent days, demons had become increasingly rampant, causing unease in the county. Especially after nightfall, the townspeople were on edge.
On the street, a young man in white led a white horse, on which sat a girl holding a candied hawthorn stick, accompanied by a middle-aged man.
This scene attracted quite a bit of attention because the young man leading the horse was extraordinarily handsome, while the girl on the horse was plainly dressed, skinny, and dark-complexioned.
"Hey..."
A shout came, and Li Fan looked up to see a head poking out of a window on the second floor of a nearby restaurant; it was indeed the fortune-telling old Daoist.
"Grandfather Daoist," Qi also saw the old Daoist and happily called out.
"Looks like the Daoist has swindled quite a bit of silver again," Li Fan looked up at the old Daoist and laughed.
"Not much, just enough for a drink," the old Daoist cheerfully replied, "Want to come up for a few drinks?"
Qi looked at his father. Yang Kui hesitated for a moment, then said, "Daoist, we need to continue on our journey, so we won't stay with you."
Saying this, he turned to Li Fan and said, "Brother Xiao Fan, you've already troubled yourself escorting us all this way. We'll go on our own from here."