This Humble Monk Will Try His Best to Last Four Breaths, to Look Impressive!

"Not came before. Just left."

Rujie clutched the chipped bowl tighter. "Holy Son Chen, how about we take another route?"

Chen Changqing rose to his feet. "Too late."

No sooner had he spoken than footsteps sounded from the end of the stone passage ahead.

There were seven of them in all.

At the front was Ming Jiuyou.

Dressed in black with his hair bound up, he had a gray-white jade seal hanging at his waist. Yin energy spread along the ground around him. Behind him followed five Netherworld Sect disciples, along with a gray-robed middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back. His brow ridge was high, and his aura was neither too concealed nor too exposed.

A True Lord.

Not Tribulation Crossing, not a Half-step Heavenly Monarch.

A genuine True Lord.

Rujie muttered something so foul that even the Buddhist faith would frown upon it.

"This luck... is a little too good."

Chen Changqing gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Thunder Sword.

Ming Jiuyou stopped as well.

He first glanced at the chipped bowl in Rujie's arms, then looked at Chen Changqing.

"Shushan Holy Son."

Chen Changqing said, "Netherworld Sect Young Mistress."

Ming Jiuyou said, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

Rujie could not help but cut in. "If you're looking for someone, then look for them. Why bring so many people? Is this a blind date?"

The Netherworld Sect disciples all turned to look at him.

Rujie retreated half a step behind Chen Changqing. "This poor monk merely asked in passing. No need to get angry."

Ming Jiuyou did not look at him.

His gaze remained fixed solely on Chen Changqing.

"The last place where True Lord Dragon Shadow of my sect appeared before his death—you were there."

Chen Changqing said,