As Bai Ru mentioned it, even Xu Hui grew curious, though fortunately, Bai Ru had no intention of keeping them in suspense.

“This man is named Feng Tian. He has a habit of calling himself a ‘Folk Sorcerer,’ but the fellow certainly has some skills, possessing quite a few methods for exorcism—reputedly quite effective.”

Gu Yi rubbed his nose, muttering under his breath, “Not just reputedly—they work well, but they’re just minor tricks.”

Kuang Feifan glanced curiously at Gu Yi, but then closed his mouth after speaking.

Bai Ru pouted, “If you have the ability, go do it yourself. Otherwise, don’t butt in. Speaking of which, I’ve only ever heard this name; I’ve never actually met him, because his biggest flaw is believing women shouldn’t be involved in exorcism work.”

At this point, Bai Ru’s tone was noticeably displeased.

Kuang Feifan was about to offer a few conciliatory words, but a flicker in the corner of his eye caught sight of Gu Yi raising his index finger to his lips, signaling him to quiet down.

Bai Ru didn't notice Gu Yi’s gesture. She waved her hand forcefully, as if shooing away the unpleasantness brought up by Feng Tian’s name, then continued, “Regardless, he does have some talent, so Feifan, you go talk to him about what we’ve encountered and see if he has any methods or suggestions.”

Xu Hui asked with a touch of confusion, “Since Gu Yi knows this person, why doesn’t he ask?”

“Uh…” Gu Yi paused, saying nothing.

It was Bai Ru who explained, “Because they know each other, but not long ago, they got into a fight for some reason, and now they basically regard each other with enmity the moment they meet.”

“That serious?” Kuang Feifan couldn’t help being a bit surprised.

Gu Yi coughed twice, “Don’t ask. Asking only brings up old hurts. Just make sure I’m not left alone with him, and better yet, speak as little as possible.”

“If that’s the case, will he even help?” Kuang Feifan asked with some worry.

Bai Ru nodded, “Go see him in person. If you seek help at his door, I doubt he’ll show no reaction. Besides, since he has the ability, he should offer some assistance or ideas when faced with this kind of situation. In short, play it by ear.”

Kuang Feifan couldn’t help a small laugh; the phrase ‘play it by ear’ felt rather odd in this context, but seeing Bai Ru’s solemn expression, he nodded seriously.

As for the remaining matters, there was still He Shaoqing’s illness, which would require care from both Bai Ru and Gu Yi.

Bai Ru handed Kuang Feifan a small slip of paper with Feng Tian’s phone number written on it; the paper also contained Feng Tian’s address.

Taking the slip, Kuang Feifan was momentarily stunned—this Feng Tian didn't even live in the same city as them.

“If you thought he lived in the same city, would I have gone to all this trouble?” Gu Yi couldn’t help blurting out, having apparently read his mind.

“Fine, looks like another ‘business trip,’” Kuang Feifan shrugged.

Fortunately, it wasn't too far to Feng Tian’s city by train—only a few hours’ journey. Plus, train tickets were readily available at that time, so Kuang Feifan arrived at his destination by noon the next day.

Stepping out of the bustling station, Kuang Feifan pulled out his phone and dialed Feng Tian.

Although Gu Yi and Feng Tian harbored enmity, he had contacted Feng Tian in advance—though a text message had replaced a direct call. But Kuang Feifan was now asking for a favor, so he couldn't simply end it with a text.

When the call connected, a crisp male voice answered, “Who is this?”

“Hello, my name is Kuang Feifan. Someone should have contacted you yesterday. I have a matter of some trouble and hope you can offer some guidance,” Kuang Feifan recited what Bai Ru had instructed him to say.

After a brief silence, Feng Tian on the other end said faintly, “Take a cab to No. 13 Qiming Road and pick me up.”

Although his tone seemed devoid of emotion, Kuang Feifan sensed a somewhat arrogant nature in Feng Tian. He couldn't tell if this was because he was introduced by Gu Yi or if it was just his innate demeanor.

Nevertheless, Kuang Feifan flagged down a taxi and gave the driver the address. Strangely, the address Feng Tian just gave was not the one written on the slip of paper. Had he moved?

When the taxi stopped, Kuang Feifan saw that it was parked in front of the entrance gate to a small residential compound. He noticed two men standing by the roadside near the entrance, both appearing to be waiting for someone, looking to be in their early thirties. The man closest to his cab was wearing a suit; he looked somewhat pale, adjusted his glasses, and was constantly dabbing sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, his expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty.

The other man was partially obscured by the bespectacled man, but what Kuang Feifan could see suggested he was quite steady and calm. Even seeing only half his face, his appearance could be considered handsome. He was dressed casually in a white shirt and jeans.

Aside from being reasonably good-looking, Kuang Feifan’s initial impression was that he was just an ordinary person lost in a crowd.

Kuang Feifan asked the driver to wait and got out of the car, walking directly toward the two men. He was certain one of them was Feng Tian.

“Excuse me, which one of you is Feng Tian?” Kuang Feifan asked very politely.

The glasses-wearing man looked at him, then glanced at the man in the white shirt. This movement registered in Kuang Feifan’s eyes, and he smiled, extending his hand toward the man in white: “Hello, Mr. Feng Tian.”

The man in the white shirt turned slightly, shook the hand offered, and nodded faintly, “Hello. May I ask your name?”

“Kuang Feifan.”

Feng Tian merely smiled at Kuang Feifan’s introduction, showing no further reaction, and made no move to continue the conversation. He turned to the man with glasses and said, “I will consider your matter.”

With that, he gestured toward the taxi still idling by the curb and walked directly to it, opening the door and getting in.

Kuang Feifan had no choice but to sit in the front passenger seat.

“Where to?” Kuang Feifan prompted Feng Tian.

“Just drive. Go past the intersection, then drive two more blocks; there’s a ‘Little Sichuanese’ place. I haven’t had lunch yet,” Feng Tian was clearly already planned out.

When asking for a favor, at the very least one should offer a meal, so Kuang Feifan obediently followed his instructions.

The ‘Little Sichuanese’ wasn’t large, and all the open seating was taken; people were even waiting at the entrance—the restaurant looked quite popular. Feng Tian pushed the door open and walked in, with Kuang Feifan following closely behind. The moment a waiter rushed over to greet Feng Tian, Kuang Feifan immediately understood: he was a regular here.

Sure enough, the waiter led them to a private room. Feng Tian, completely familiar with the routine, ordered several dishes and a bottle of Erguotou, without even asking Kuang Feifan what he wanted to eat, before signaling the waiter to bring the food out.

Kuang Feifan didn't mind; on the contrary, this reaction was exactly what he expected. Feng Tian’s strained relationship with Gu Yi would naturally affect others.

He simply poured a cup of tea for Feng Tian and one for himself, then began sipping his tea quietly, minding his own business.

Feng Tian frowned almost imperceptibly. Accustomed to people immediately begging him for help with ghost hunting and exorcism, or those who launch into tales of their hauntings before he even speaks, he found Kuang Feifan’s lack of haste surprising. The man’s composure seemed genuine, not feigned. Yet, his own condition was serious—the Yang energy within him had weakened to a nearly undetectable level.

As for Feng Tian’s dismissive treatment of Kuang Feifan, the reason was simple: Kuang Feifan had been introduced by Gu Yi.

They spent time in this strange, silent atmosphere until the waiter brought out all the food and wine. Only then did Feng Tian pick up his chopsticks, gesture toward the dishes on the table, and say, “Eat. We’ll talk about your business after we eat. I’m starving.”