Hong Yun turned a blind eye to the two men's wariness, a friendly smile appearing on his face.
He stepped forward, straightened his robes, and returned the salute. "Fellow Daoist Jieyin, you are fixating on appearances. We are all cultivators of the Primordial Wilderness, already as close as family. How can there be any distinction between East and West?"
Jieyin froze upon hearing this. After considering it carefully, he immediately found the words "fixating on appearances" profoundly wonderful. He had never heard the phrase before, yet it seemed to secretly align with the Dao he cultivated.
Seeing that Hong Yun had dodged the question, Zhunti became even more wary.
"Cut the nonsense. What exactly have you come to our Western Lands for? What scheme are you plotting?"
Zhunti had never had a good impression of Hong Yun. From the bottom of his heart, he believed Hong Yun was a duplicitous, sinister, shameless, and cunning man.
There had to be some conspiracy behind coming to their territory in the Western Lands for no reason.
Hong Yun put on a helpless expression. "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, your misunderstanding of this poor Daoist runs far too deep. Everyone in the Primordial Wilderness knows that I am an honest and generous man. How could I possibly have any scheme? Besides, the Western Lands are so barren. What is there to plot over?"
"You..."
Zhunti wanted to retort, but Jieyin stopped him.
Jieyin had just surveyed the surroundings and discovered that this place was actually an important Earth Vein in the Western Lands. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
He said, "If this poor Daoist is not mistaken, have you all come here for this Earth Vein?"
Jieyin's discernment surprised Hong Yun. He nodded in admission. "Correct. Fellow Daoist Jieyin, you have sharp eyes. We