The Unlucky Cultivator

The old man nodded in satisfaction. Though Li Siping felt uneasy, he believed the old man was right. “Your efforts will be rewarded.” The old man nodded in satisfaction. Suddenly, something changed: the door, which had been firmly shut, swung open, and bright sunlight fell upon his now slightly more solid form. “Ah!” The old man screamed. Li Siping watched with his own eyes as the old man’s hazy figure turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished. Li Siping stood frozen in place. Li Tianzhi, standing in the doorway, looked bewildered.