"So it is the two Cheng brothers. I have long admired your names."
Xiang Yuan stepped forward with a genial smile. Seeing that the two old farmers were giving him the cold shoulder, his smile widened further. "These useless subordinates of mine do not understand the rules of the jianghu. I have walked the jianghu for many years—what trick of the trade do I not understand? There was never any Tomb-Keeping Sect in this world. Once enough people start covering their heads and faces, the Tomb-Keeping Sect will naturally have plenty of grandmasters."
Xiao Feng and Xiao Qiushui frowned in unison, silently cursing the trouble. The latter cupped his hands in salute and said in an aged voice, "We have long heard of Daoist Lingguang of the True Heart Dao, and of Lingguang, Left Envoy of the Yellow Springs Dao. We were hard of hearing just now; I hope Your Excellency will forgive us. And please rest assured, my brother and I merely adopted the guise of Tomb-Keeping Sect disciples to seek treasure. We ask for nothing else."
"As it should be."
Xiang Yuan nodded. Whether these two rotten old men could find any treasure was hard to say, but he had already found his treasure—the two rotten old men themselves.
When Luo Yuling and Wu Zhong saw Xiang Wentian expose the identities of the "Tomb-Keeping Sect" grandmasters on the spot, they hurried forward to plead guilty, babbling about their incompetence, their failure to recognize Mount Tai, and so on.
Xiang Yuan did not say much. He waved them aside to go cool off somewhere, while his gaze remained fixed on Xiao Feng's retreating back as he entered Ancient Lotus Cave. The curve of his lips could not be pressed down no matter how hard he tried.
Had it been