Under the gazes of over ten thousand Heaven Temple disciples, Ye Zhen—or rather, Cheng Ji, the Grand Spirit Master Ye Zhen had transformed into—showed no panic or tension whatsoever.
Instead, he curled his lip disdainfully. "I bought the Spirit Tea Master Ru Hui asked me to procure for him. I merely told him to come to my room and collect it."
After saying that, Ye Zhen shot a fierce glare at the Spirit Master who had just reported him, frightening the man into immediately shrinking his neck.
Ye Zhen's—or rather, Cheng Ji's—explanation was perfectly reasonable.
After all, everyone in the Luozhou Branch Temple of the Heaven Temple knew that Master Ru Hui loved tea.
Abbot Ji Wei also found this explanation quite normal, but he could not relax in the slightest.
The forty-five Divine Masters of their Luozhou Branch Temple had mysteriously vanished. It was far too abnormal—there had to be a problem.
"Search! Everyone, according to your respective command structures, ..."
"Abbot, I heard something that may be related to the sudden disappearance of those forty-five Divine Masters." Just as Abbot Ji Wei was issuing orders, Cheng Ji, whom Ye Zhen had transformed into, suddenly spoke.
Ji Wei's gaze shifted toward Cheng Ji, whom Ye Zhen had transformed into. "Speak!"
"Abbot, this..."
Ye Zhen glanced at the countless Heaven Temple disciples all around him, then put on an awkward expression. With Abbot Ji Wei's experience, he naturally understood what that meant.
Too many people, too many ears—it was inconvenient.
Before Abbot Ji Wei could say anything, Cheng Ji, whom Ye Zhen had transformed into, took it upon himself to approach Ji Wei. His meaning could not have been clearer: he wanted to report in secret.
Abbot Ji Wei had wanted to stop this rather intimate-looking behavior, but hearing Cheng