"Hey, Junior Brother Zhou, watch your words! This is Fellow Daoist Mo Bufan, not Senior Brother Feng!
Fellow Daoist Mo, I truly apologize. This junior brother of mine is used to joking around with us and did not mean to offend you."
After coming to his senses, Qi Fang first reprimanded the young man, then immediately cupped his hands and said to Luo Hong.
"It's nothing. My appearance is indeed rather ordinary, not comparable to Fellow Daoist Zhou's handsome and refined bearing."
Though Luo Hong was somewhat put off, the fellow before him did indeed have reason to be proud of his looks. Thus, his expression merely darkened slightly, and he did not wish to make too much of it.
"So you're not Senior Brother Feng. Then Zhou Mou was presumptuous. Still, it is rare for a fellow daoist to possess such self-awareness."
Zhou Yuanhua looked slightly surprised upon hearing this, then cupped his hands in apology.
Yet his words did nothing to ease Luo Hong's displeasure.
"Junior Brother Zhou, why have you come to the sect gate instead of holding down the fort within the sect? Do you have some urgent business outside?"
Qi Fang hurriedly Changed the Subject.
"What could be more urgent now than the Ancient Cloud Tournament? Senior Brother Qi, you had yet to return, so naturally I had to come inquire about it.
But Senior Brother Qi failed to bring back Senior Brother Feng this time and instead returned with Fellow Daoist Mo. I presume something unexpected happened?"
Zhou Yuanhua said with a slight frown.
"Sigh, I did not find Senior Brother Feng, but As Long As we have Fellow Daoist Mo's help, it will Not Difficult for us to retain our Blessed Land position this time!"
Qi Fang said confidently.
"That is a pity.