However, Qin Tian only handed over Ni Lin and the short sword, but did not hand over the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate.
Because the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate are not weapons in a strict sense, but a tool for him to treat illnesses and save lives.
Therefore, Guanjia Qu did not stop him.
During this period, Qin Tian noticed a detail, that is, when he handed Ni Lin to Chen Fu, Chen Fu's eyes did not change much.
In other words, in his eyes, Ni Lin is just a weapon, or in other words, he has no idea about Ni Lin.
Upon realizing this, Qin Tian breathed a sigh of relief.
After that, Chen Fu also walked with them and was not stopped outside the door. In this way, Qin Tian felt even more relieved.
As long as Ni Lin stays within three feet, Qin Tian can control Ni Lin as he wishes.
After walking all the way, Qin Tian came to a bedroom door not long after, and Butler Qu knocked on the door.
"Come in."
After waiting for a while, a deep voice came, and Butler Qu pushed the door open and entered.
However, when I opened the door, a strange aroma immediately hit my face, it seemed to be some kind of incense.
Frowning slightly, Qin Tian noticed that the aroma seemed to contain an ingredient of a precious Chinese medicine.
This aromatherapy has the effect of calming the mind and refreshing the mind, but the smell here is too strong, which is not good.
However, Qin Tian did not pay attention to these details and followed Di Zhaotian into the door.
If you look carefully, the decoration of the bedroom is also magnificent.
On a bed not far away, an old man was half-lying, wrapped in a golden blanket with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it.
However, the old man was very weak, lying there feebly, and between his brows, there was an aura that he was about to die at any moment.
In the corner of the bed, there is a shelf. On the shelf, there is a bottle of white potion. The potion is being infused into the old man's body through an infusion tube.
Needless to say, this old man who was so weak that he might die at any time must be the old head of the Bubai Royal Family, Di Tingfeng, and the father of Di Zhaotian.
Sure enough, when Di Zhaotian stepped in, a light finally flashed through Di Tingfeng's weak eyes.
"You, cough cough cough..."
Immediately afterwards, Di Tingfeng stared directly at Di Zhaotian, and just as he was about to speak, he coughed violently.
Butler Qu, who came with him, immediately ran over and picked up the spittoon in the corner.
After coughing for a while, Di Tingfeng managed to spit out the phlegm.
However, from beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on Di Zhaotian, never moving an inch or even looking at Qin Tian.
Taking a deep breath, Di Tingfeng said weakly: "You are finally willing to come back..."
The father and son looked at each other. Di Zhaotian stood there, motionless. However, Qin Tian clearly noticed that he was a little at a loss.
"You, step back..."
Di Tingfeng didn't care about this, but raised his hand to Butler Qu.
"Um?"
After being stunned for a moment, Butler Qu said nervously: "Your Majesty?"
"Back off, back off..."
"Yes, old slave, please step back first."
Seeing Di Tingfeng's insistence, Butler Qu was helpless, but he could only bow and retreat.
After Butler Qu left, only Qin Tian, Lan Kai, Di Zhaotian, Chen Fu, and Di Tingfeng were left in the room.
"Father!"
The next second, before Qin Tian could react, Di Zhaotian, who was motionless, rushed over, knelt in front of the bed, and held Di Tingfeng's skinny and unstoppable trembling hand.
"Okay, okay, okay..."
Holding Di Zhaotian's hand tremblingly, Di Tingfeng nodded excitedly and said weakly: "Look, it seems that you have received my message..."
"Yes, I received my father's message. I'm sorry, I'm late."
After saying this, Di Zhaotian, who was over fifty years old, burst into tears.
"It's not too late, it's not too late..."
After shaking his head, Di Tingfeng slowly turned his eyes towards Qin Tian and the others.
Then, he locked his eyes on Qin Tian and asked: "Is it him?"