Under a sparse scatter of stars and a bright moon, Meng Qi, hiding in the darkness, recognized the figure at a glance.
Zhen Yong!
Although Meng Qi had spent most of his energy these days cultivating the Golden Bell Shield, saber techniques, and Lightness Skill, and although the Warrior Monk Institute was separated from him by many courtyards, making communication inconvenient, he still ran into Zhen Yong every day after resuming his studies at the Scripture Lecture Institute. They would exchange a few words and discuss trivial matters around the temple. Thus, even though the figure was standing side-on to him, Meng Qi was still certain that it was Zhen Yong!
What was he doing at the cliff so late at night?
Could there really be some earth-shattering secret?
Meng Qi thought with slight irritation. He possessed a great secret of his own and was wholly unwilling to get involved in other incidents, lest anyone discover something unusual about him.
At Shaolin Temple, he only wanted to be a quiet little novice monk.
It was with this mindset, along with his awareness that he was not yet a true expert, that he had not rashly explored the Secret Passage during the previous incident involving Zhen Guan. Instead, he had returned directly and sent out a signal.
The gray figure turned around and warily surveyed his surroundings. The hazy moonlight shone upon his face, clearly proving that Meng Qi's judgment had been correct. It was indeed Zhen Yong.
Meng Qi held his breath and controlled his heartbeat, unwilling to attract Zhen Yong's attention. He hoped the man would leave quickly so he could resume his patrol without anyone noticing. Once Zhenhui reported the earlier incident to his master tomorrow, Zhen Yong's secret would naturally be uncovered.
This place was secluded and