Chen Ping'an had Little Millet knock on the door. The one who hurried over from inside to open it was a young female Daoist priest in a violet robe. She seemed to be the disciple of one of Heavenly Monarch Xue's Second-Generation Disciples. By that reckoning, among the five sects of Daoists visiting Luopo Mountain this time, she had the lowest seniority.
It seemed the Daoist rules of Flying Immortal Palace were no trifling matter.
At the sight of the one large and one small figures outside, Zhu Zishou was stunned again and again.
Her first shock was finally seeing the Mountain Lord Chen whose name had long thundered in her ears. Her second was the black-clothed little girl riding on Mountain Lord Chen's neck.
A few Daoists in the manor's main hall saw the scene outside and frowned slightly, but they swiftly concealed it.
Since they had come to Luopo Mountain as guests, if their host was casual and unconcerned with minor formalities, it would be inappropriate for them, as visitors, to wag their tongues.
Zhu Zishou hastily performed a Daoist bow. Without even waiting to see whether Mountain Lord Chen returned it, she stepped aside and lowered her head, yielding the way.
Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold. Little Millet had long since flushed bright red and lightly patted good person Mountain Lord's head, but Chen Ping'an smiled and said there was no rush.
Whether deliberately or not, Chen Ping'an slowed his pace slightly. Seeing that Zhu Zishou showed no sign of following, he continued onward. Only after he had walked more than ten steps did the young female Daoist priest move after him.
Only outside the main hall did Chen Ping'an set Little Millet down. Zhu Zishou hesitated and waited outside, yet the blue-robed man unexpectedly turned around