The little fatty had just walked up to Chu Yi when he immediately began to shout exaggeratedly.
"You have True Fire on you, don't you, tell me?"
Chu Yi quickly jumped to the side, vigorously shaking his head and saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly have True Fire?"
The little fatty snorted, then began to wrinkle his nose, sniffing around Chu Yi's body.
Chu Yi frowned unhappily.
Did this little fatty have some kind of special ability? How did he know he had True Fire on him?
A few seconds later, the little fatty's eyes flashed with an eager gleam.
"Yes, you really do have True Fire."
The little fatty began to bargain again.
The gazes of Fu Bo and the squinting elder beside them, at this moment, were all placed on Chu Yi.
Chu Yi's expression was a bit unnatural.
He had originally intended to keep the matter of having True Fire a secret from these people.
After all, it's always wise to guard against others.