Lu Zheng blinked, utterly bewildered.
The Liu sisters both looked at Rui Yi, slightly tense.
Only Shen Ying reacted fastest. She reached out and hooked her arm through Lu Zheng's, giggling. "I knew this daoist priest had looked at Qing Quan several times just now. So he saw Qing Quan's true form and suspected we were connected to the Ghost Qi here."
Liu Qingyan asked curiously, "daoist priest, you noticed the Ghost Qi here long ago? That's impressive. Even I failed to notice it; I only sensed something after the Ghost Qi grew denser just now."
Rui Yi: ??? Though she was praising him, something about it sounded off.
Rui Yi narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "So you truly are the nine-tailed foxes of Tushan?"
Lu Zheng smiled faintly. "What if we are?"
Rui Yi frowned, just about to speak, when he saw Lu Zheng turn to look toward the doorway again.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist invocation rang out. Two monks in gray cloth robes strode slowly inside, one an old monk and one a young monk.
"Zen Master Chi Huan?"
"Fellow daoist Lu?"
The old monk at the front was none other than Zen Master Chi Huan of Dharma King Temple in Huo Mountain Province, whom Lu Zheng had met once before.
"Martial Uncle Chi Huan? Junior Brother Pu Jing?"
"Rui Yi? You are here too?" Zen Master Chi Huan spotted Rui Yi. His divine sense stirred as he sensed the surroundings, and he seemed rather surprised. "You are alone?"
As soon as he said that, he glanced at Lu Zheng again before understanding dawned on him. "Sure enough, all mystic sects under heaven are one family. Since Fellow daoist Lu is here, there is naturally nothing to worry about."
"Hmm?" Rui Yi was momentarily baffled.