The man stepped forward again.
He did not look at Meng Zhi. Instead, he stared fixedly at the "Old Dragon" and said in a deep voice, "Please hand over that thief's Yang Spirit, Fellow Daoist."
"Whether this is a misunderstanding or not, once I question that thief's Yang Spirit, everything will naturally become clear."
He had only just arrived, barely before the "Old Dragon" made its move.
He had not acted immediately because he wanted to see what these people were really up to.
"Master."
Hai Rugui knelt on the ground and kowtowed in salute.
Light blazed in Meng Zhi's eyes. He hurriedly tugged at the "Old Dragon's" sleeve and said, "Master, it really is a misunderstanding. This is her family."
Once he learned the other party's identity, Meng Zhi visibly relaxed.
He did not want to fight such a formidable cultivator.
Why, then, did the other party look so wary? He did not seem to be treating them as cultivators who had lent a helping hand, but rather as thieves as well.
Yu Linglong was also puzzled by the unusual expression on her father's face. She hurriedly defended them. "Father, if this fellow Daoist had not stepped in righteously, your daughter would never have seen you again."
"These two are not enemies."
"And just as Fellow Daoist said, this was indeed a misunderstanding. The Spirit Transformation Venerable from before has already been slain by this fellow Daoist's master."
Hearing Yu Linglong speak up for him, Meng Zhi immediately relaxed somewhat.
Fortunately, she had not been muddled by the sudden upheaval.
Yu Haofeng glanced at Yu Linglong rather helplessly and said, "Linglong, you know a face but not a heart. Do you not realize this may have been part of the scheme all along?"
"That hidden organization deliberately arranged danger