"That's quite normal. After all, every cultivator has their own trump cards."
Thinking of this, Ma Fei'er stopped dwelling on the issue and instead asked, "How should I address you, senior?"
Hearing someone call him that for the first time, Ning Fan felt both intrigued and awkward.
"Don't call me senior; it makes me sound like an old man."
"Then how should I address you?"
"If you like me, call me Ning Young Master. If you see me as a friend, just call me A Fan. If all else fails, you can call me by my full name, Ning Fan."
Ma Fei'er hesitated for a moment, then softly said, "Can I call you A Fan?"
"Of course, you can."
Ning Fan chuckled and immediately took advantage by saying, "Then can I call you Fei'er?"
"I... okay."
A slight blush of shyness crossed Ma Fei'er's face, as this nickname was generally used only by the closest people.
"Fei'er, you said your Ma Family is an exorcist family. Do you know the origin of these zombies?"
