The white-haired woman bowed toward the seat above, using a ceremony clearly passed down from Celestial Xia. "Greetings, Daoist Master."
Zhang Yu's voice drifted down from above. "Both of you, come up and sit."
The white-haired woman led the young girl up the steps. Only when they drew near did they see Zhang Yu's divine countenance. She was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously averted her gaze, not daring to look directly at him.
Zhang Yu said again, "Please, sit."
Only then did the white-haired woman and the young girl carefully take their seats.
Zhang Yu asked, "What brings you here?"
The white-haired woman steadied herself and introduced them. "My name is Yi Hong, and this is my lady, Tong Mi. Daoist Master, my lady has encountered a difficulty. For several years, we have sought help everywhere, yet none could resolve it. Seeing the situation here in the west of the city, we learned that you possess great divine abilities, so we came to seek your guidance."
Zhang Yu knew she was concealing something. Even though he had dispersed the spiritual power here, no one not specifically watching him could have learned so quickly that it was his doing. Someone must have directed them here. Still, he did not press the matter.
At that moment, he glanced at the young girl. From what Yi Hong had said, the problem lay with this girl. Yet after observing her, he found nothing unusual about her apart from spiritual sensitivity slightly above that of ordinary people.
If he wished to investigate further, he would have to contend with interference from the Upper Layer's power. He could forcibly break through it, but then this girl would become the ground over which two forces contended. Thus, he simply asked directly, "What difficulty does this young