After passing through a narrow alley, Ning Daoran had already disguised himself as Independent Practitioner Jianjia.
When he approached the stall, Xu Xinghe's pupils violently constricted, already recognizing him.
"Fire Origin Independent Practitioner, Senior... no..."
He looked guilty and said, "I should address you as Senior Jianjia."
"It seems you know everything," Ning Daoran said indifferently.
"Indeed."
Xu Xinghe bowed slightly, his face showing shame, and said, "Back then, although I did my best to dissuade the ancestor, his mind was set, and it was not within my power as a junior to sway him."
"It doesn't matter."
Ning Daoran said, "Your family's ancestor has already been killed by me, and this matter has thus been settled."
"What?"
Xu Xinghe's pupils constricted. "The ancestor was killed by Senior?"
"Unexpected, isn't it?"