"Amusing."
Fan Kong paused for a moment and then burst into laughter:
"Fellow Daoist, you are truly amusing."
Chen Yi leisurely asked with a smile, "How exactly am I amusing?"
The old Daoist fanned the air near his nose and said, "Fellow Daoist, you may not know, but my nose reacts to dragon jade and divine vigor with heightened sensitivity—even more finely tuned than a dog's. Fellow Daoist, there's not a trace of demonic aura on you."
"What about you?" Chen Yi suddenly countered.
Fan Kong paused, laughing even harder. He raised his hand and said, "Ah, so Fellow Daoist is trapped in this mountain, suspects me of being a demon, and is trying to trick me, well played."
