"Martial Nephew, you know them?"
Daoist Jing Yan looked at Pan Shi, then at Yang An, and asked in confusion.
He was the elder among this group, and also the man Pan Shi called Martial Uncle.
He had received a report from a disciple that a disciple of their sect had been killed, with the body lying in a ruined temple at the edge of Three Pine Mountain. He had specifically brought people to investigate.
Hearing Daoist Jing Yan's question, Pan Shi hurriedly answered with a smile:
"Martial Uncle, this is a fellow cultivator I met on the way to the Xi Yue River. Fellow Daoist Yang helped my junior sister and me a great deal."
"Fellow Daoist Yang? Didn't he just say his name was Mu An?"
Before Daoist Jing Yan could speak, a young man beside him immediately questioned this.
He was Daoist Jing Yan's personal disciple, named Ji Zhou.
That was right. He had just said his name was Mu An, and the woman beside him was called Ying Wen.
For a moment, everyone from Three Pine Mountain turned to look at Yang An and the two of them.
Even Pan Shi looked at Yang An in confusion, not understanding why Yang An had concealed his real name.
"This... when one is away from home, one must always guard against unforeseen danger. Hahaha, please forgive me, everyone. Please forgive me."
Yang An explained awkwardly.
How could he have imagined that his senior sister would bring him to Three Pine Mountain?
And how could he have imagined that Pan Shi would appear neither early nor late, but just as he had reported his identity?
Everything had happened by such a coincidence. He was helpless too.
Fortunately, Daoist Jing Yan was a reasonable man. After hearing Yang An's words,