The moment he was held in Ye Fan's hand, the old man secretly screamed.
But where could he escape from Ye Fan? In the end, he could only turn around and laugh dryly at Ye Fan and Di Jiang.
"Old man, shouldn't you give us some explanation?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man dangerously.
"I...what can I explain?"
The old man rolled his eyes and refused to admit it to death.
"Didn't I tell you already? I am a descendant of Fuxi, and Master Fuxi is also a human being. How could I live for such a long time!"
But no matter how he explained it, Di Jiang and Ye Fan both decided not to believe him.
"Old man, we won't harm you."
Di Jiang looked at the old man helplessly.
He suddenly remembered that after the old man appeared beside him, he believed in him unconditionally. This kind of trust was as if they had known each other a long time ago.
"Human Emperor Fuxi is rumored to have passed away 300 years ago, and you happened to come to me 300 years ago."
Di Jiang looked at the old man seriously.
"I know you won't harm me, but I still want to know why you can't stay in Guangming Pavilion in your true identity."
Seeing that there was no hope of convincing Ye Fan and Di Jiang that he was not Fuxi, the old man had no choice but to admit his identity.
"I have lied to you before, I am indeed the Fuxi clan."
The old man sighed.
"You also know that this Guangming Pavilion is too chaotic. After the emperor was worried, I stayed in Guangming Pavilion for a while. After Guangming Pavilion stabilized, I left Guangming Pavilion by feigning death."
Ye Fan looked at the old man and asked.
"Since you have left Guangming Pavilion, why do you want to come back and stay here as an unknown person?"
The old man slapped away Ye Fan's hand holding his collar and stared at him.
"Everyone knows that I am Fuxi, old man, yet I am still so rude!"
Ye Fan curled his lips, looked at the old man, and said to him.
"I don't care who you are, to me, you are just an old man who knows runes."
Hearing Ye Fan's words, the old man was stunned for a moment, with a touch of joy in his eyes, but he still had a stinking look on his face.
"It's not like Guangming Pavilion is a mess. I've just been leisurely for less than 100 years, and something happened again. I couldn't worry about it, so I had to change my identity and come back to take a look."
Di Jiang looked at the old man doubtfully at this time.
"How did you disguise yourself? How did you manage to stay in this pavilion for more than two hundred years without being discovered?"
The old man looked at Di Jiang with a look in his eyes like he was looking at an idiot.
"You have really stayed in Guangming Pavilion for a long time. After a while, you can go out and take a look when you have some free time here."
As he spoke, he tore off a layer of jelly-like colloidal substance from his face.
After tearing off this layer of colloid material, the old man in front of him suddenly changed his appearance.
If the old man before could be described as sloppy and vulgar, then the old man now is the spokesperson for the word "fairy air".
But within five seconds of the immortal energy floating around, the old man threw the layer of colloidal material into Di Jiang's arms.
"This is paradise!"
After Di Jiang held the thing and looked at it for a long time, he exclaimed.
"Let me just say that 400 years ago, when Immortal Land was born, Guangming Pavilion sent out so many people but could not find it. It turned out that it fell into your hands!"
Seeing that Di Jiang saw the origin of this thing, the old man quickly took it back like a treasure, blew the dust off it, and put it on his face.
Suddenly, the old man returned to his wretched and slovenly appearance.
