Chen Yan frowned. "Shanxi Town, of all places? A coincidence?"
"Who knows?"
Old Daoist Liu shrugged.
Chen Yan's brow furrowed even deeper. He had a feeling this matter was not so simple.
Unable to figure out the connection between the two, Chen Yan shook his head and asked again,
"How is the investigation into the Skin-Peeling Puppet going? Any results?"
"Soon. Probably within the next couple of days."
The old Daoist took a sip of wine and waved a hand as he answered.
"Let's hope nothing goes wrong..."
Because of Liu Xian'er, Shanxi Town had become a motley mix of fish and dragons these past days, packed shoulder to shoulder with people: ordinary townsfolk there to watch the excitement, hot-tempered Martial Masters, elusive cultivators, and the true culprit lurking in the shadows like a venomous snake. Just thinking about all of them mixed together gave Chen Yan a headache.
"Forget it. No point dwelling on it. Let's take him back and investigate first, see whether he's wanted."
Chen Yan rubbed his head, then grabbed Yuantong, who had just emerged from Drunken Fragrance Tower after paying compensation. Despite being nearly two meters tall, Yuantong was dragged before the old Daoist like a little chick.
The moment Yuantong saw Old Daoist Liu, his pupils contracted sharply and his heart jolted.
An expert!
When Old Daoist Liu's lazy gaze fell upon him, Yuantong hurriedly greeted him with a fawning smile.
"Greetings, Daoist sir."
The old Daoist gave Yuantong a once-over and asked lazily,
"A disciple of Luanchan Temple?"
"A lay disciple, a lay disciple." Yuantong nodded and bowed.
The old Daoist nodded languidly and asked again, "Is that old bald donkey Kongdu dead yet?"
"Daoist sir knows my master?"
Yuantong froze, then hastily nodded. "Thanks to your concern, Daoist sir, before this humble