To prevent other experts from launching a covert ambush, Zhang Yuanqing had sent Yi Chuanmei to scout the surroundings before joining the fight. Sure enough, she had found someone lurking in the darkness.
He just hadn't expected it to be an acquaintance.
Zhang Yuanqing discreetly swept his gaze over the darkness around them and communicated telepathically without changing his expression.
"Friend or enemy?"
There were many kinds of acquaintances. Both friends and enemies counted.
"More of a friend, I suppose. You saw him at Wuhen Hotel—a middle-aged man with glasses." Yi Chuanmei could clearly communicate telepathically, yet she deliberately leaned close to his ear in an intimate gesture.
Wuhen Hotel, a middle-aged man with glasses? Zhang Yuanqing froze as an image surfaced in his mind—a plain, honest-looking middle-aged man in a cheap shirt and glasses.
A member of Master Wuhen's team, a level-six Spirit Medium, Spirit Realm ID: Wanderer of the Human World.
Why was he here? Was he from Southern Ming City, or had he come out on business? Zhang Yuanqing asked telepathically:
"Where is he? Did he notice you?"
"He's already gone. We're the same level, and I'm in Spirit Servant form, so I couldn't hide from him." Yi Chuanmei whispered, "But my experience points are much higher than his. He couldn't see through my disguise, so he didn't discover your real identity."
Yi Chuanmei had shown herself at Wuhen Hotel before. Without a disguise, Wanderer of the Human World would have recognized her.
As long as he didn't discover your identity, it's fine. Why was he here? I'll ask Little Round about it later. Zhang Yuanqing secretly frowned. A freelance Saint appearing at a battlefield where the Spirit Energy Society had ambushed official deacons was suspicious in itself.
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