"Junior Brother Feng... Huh, Young Master Lu?"
Fan Boyu had been speaking with the middle-aged man beside him when he turned around and saw Feng Yiyin, as well as Lu Zheng standing nearby.
"Young Master Lu, what brings you to Pingtan County?"
"I saw the spiritual light from Senior Brother's prayer ceremony, so I came over to take a look." Lu Zheng smiled, then looked at the middle-aged man beside Fan Boyu. "And how should I address this friend?"
"Let me introduce everyone." Fan Boyu hurriedly introduced them to one another.
"This is Zeng Changlong, Hall Master of White Water Hall under the Continuous Mountain Sect in Southern Borderlands." After introducing the middle-aged man beside him, Fan Boyu introduced Lu Zheng and the others to him. "This is Young Master Lu Zheng, an outer-sect direct disciple of White Cloud Temple. This is the daoist priest Yuan Jing, Abbot of White Cloud Temple's Tonglin County branch. And this is Zen Master Guang Yue, an outstanding disciple of Rizhao Temple and the presiding monk of Chicken Cry Temple in our county."
"The Central Plains produces outstanding people and is blessed with spiritual lands. Zeng greets you all."
"You are too courteous. Greetings, Hall Master Zeng."
After they had exchanged greetings and chatted casually for a few moments, Lu Zheng discreetly observed Zeng Changlong. His gaze was clear, his soul immaculate; every gesture he made brimmed with refined bearing. There did not seem to be anything unusual about him.
Yet the tremor from that drop of Demonic Blood in Lu Zheng's gourd upon first seeing Zeng Changlong could not have been false.
Demonic arts truly were incomparably strange.
And more importantly...
That drop of Demonic Blood had stirred upon seeing Zeng Changlong, allowing Lu Zheng to sense something. Did that mean Zeng Changlong