Chu Yi looked at Old Man Zhuge with a strange expression.
This old fellow acted like the curses were on him instead—when they were lifted, he was even happier than Fu Ling.
The wrinkles on his face seemed to have disappeared by seventy or eighty percent.
Chu Yi didn't find it particularly exciting, though. From the very beginning, he knew that these curses wouldn't be difficult to refine using his Immortal Fire.
What concerned him most was the girl named Fu Ling before him. Who exactly was she?
"Senior, this Fu Ling you care so much about—what's her background?"
Chu Yi asked curiously.
Old Man Zhuge couldn't help but turn his head to glance at Fu Ling, then gazed off into the distance.
After a long while, he sighed and said, "Have you ever heard of a sect called Dao Huan?"
As soon as this name was mentioned, Chu Yi's expression instantly turned reverent.
Dao Huan—he had heard of it from Elder Xu before.
This sect was founded by a person named Dao Huan.
