Phoenix Mountain, Phoenix Hall.
When Bai Yuan led Lu Zheng and the other two into the great hall from the rear, dozens of guests were already inside. Each had brought one or two attendants and sat at separate tables. Hu Yijun was among them with Hu Zhou and Gao Junyu.
Lu Zheng also spotted Green Goat True Man, Du Sheng, and Yi Qingtian, with whom he had once shared a life-and-death friendship in Eastern Chuan Province.
Among these guests were men and women, old and young, monks and Daoists, scholars and barbarian kings. Some possessed astonishing auras, while others seemed utterly ordinary. Without revealing their own breaths, Lu Zheng could not tell whether they were human, demon, or ghost.
Still, Hu Yijun appeared to carry considerable weight. His seat was fairly near the front, worthy indeed of the Tiger King's name.
When Lu Zheng and the other two emerged from the rear, everyone's gaze turned toward them. Lu Zheng nodded with a smile, Liu Qingyan was poised and gracious, and Shen Ying looked serene and composed. After thanking Bai Yuan, they were seated near Si Lingxi.
Si Lingxi turned back with a smile. "How did you rest last night?"
Lu Zheng smiled. "Wonderfully. Spiritual qi practically drilled into my body on its own. Phoenix Mountain truly is a Blessed Grotto-Heaven, endowed by nature with spiritual beauty."
"That is good." Si Lingxi nodded and turned back around.
Those two brief sentences alone made everyone present look at Lu Zheng and the other two differently.
They had spent the night on Phoenix Mountain? Were these three descendants of some great figure?
Fairy Linglong? Or the Continuous Mountain Sect Master? In any case, they certainly could not be the Spirit Rhino King! Only Hu Yijun knew their backgrounds, his face full of amusement,