Qi Qingyao's eyes were suddenly filled with caution as she asked, "Follow you? To do what?"
The old man thought about it for a while and finally replied, "I don't know." He was being truthful.
Qi Qingyao rolled her eyes at him. "So you want me to follow you for a reason you don't even know of yet. Are you toying with me?"
The old man scratched his head, looking slightly confused himself. "I feel like fate has brought us together, so I think you should follow me and help me with my cultivation."
"Help with your cultivation???" Qi Qingyao's jaw almost dropped to the floor. She had seen that particular phrase in a lot of novels during her past life. If the woman agreed to help the man, she would instead be sucked dry of her essential energy. Damn! She retorted, "You shameless old man, how dare you say something like that! How outrageous!"