In the courtyard stood a beggar and a richly dressed man.
The man, in his fifties, glanced at the old man at the gate and said to the beggar, "Someone's come to seek death."
The beggar shook his head and replied, "Never mind him for now, he can't see us anyway."
Indeed, ordinary people couldn't see the two of them. Even Li Banfeng, with his cultivation level of thirteen, could only see them by relying on the Golden Gaze Autumn Hair Technique.
The beggar called out towards the house, "Person of Great Virtue, come out. It's been a long time since we last met."
Pan Dehai walked out from the house and eyed the two in the courtyard. "Gentlemen, it's been a while. What fortunate wind has blown you here today?"
The middle-aged man said, "You talk as though this is your home. I was just about to ask you, what brought you here?"
Pan Dehai laughed. "I came to see an old friend."
"Friend? You think you're worthy? When did Old Yao ever acknowledge a friend like you?"
