"Lu Lang?"
Lu Zheng and Shen Ying had communicated by voice transmission, so the others had not heard their discussion. Still, Lu Zheng's slight adjustment in direction caught Liu Qingyan's attention.
"Are we heading back to Tonglin County first?"
Lu Zheng nodded. "We had a vegetarian meal at Wave Gazing Temple at noon. Tonight, we'll go to Peach Blossom Glade for dinner before heading back. Brother Fan, you're not in a hurry, are you?"
"Of course not!" Fan Boyu burst into laughter. "Even if I had something to do, I couldn't possibly miss Lu's cooking!"
Lu Zheng nodded with a smile. "I'll definitely satisfy you."
Where no one could see, Shen Ying raised her right hand before her chest and lightly formed a hand seal. With a movement of her divine sense in her Sea of Consciousness, pale pink mist gradually began to spread around distant Peach Blossom Manor.
"How far away are they?" Shen Ying asked.
"Thirty li behind us. Two monks—the very ones we saw at Bao Ting Mountain." Lu Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly. "One has roughly seven or eight hundred years of Dao Comprehension, while the other is no weaker than Zen Master Hui Jue.
"So that's how it is. Those two monks had concealed their auras, but some eagle with a death wish mistook them for prey, forcing them to reveal a trace of their aura. Otherwise, even if they trailed us from behind, I wouldn't have detected them."
Shen Ying said, "Then I'll set up a transposition array forty or fifty li outside Peach Blossom Manor. If we catch them off guard, it should succeed."
Lu Zheng nodded. "Good!"
Thirty li behind Lu Zheng's group, two monks floated above the treetops, watching a mountain cat dragging away the corpse of an eagle below.