"Senior Jieyin, what is the meaning of this?" The blue-robed man's expression changed, and he abruptly turned around and demanded an answer.
The other cultivators in the hall also looked alarmed at the sight and rose to their feet.
"Please do not misunderstand, fellow Daoists. Our temple bears you no ill will whatsoever. I ask that you wait here a little longer..." The Guiding Daoist stood and cupped his hands.
"Fellow Daoist Jieyin, please speak plainly if you have something to say. I have no interest in being imprisoned behind a restriction," Bai Xi said, his expression displeased.
He was the leader of a merchant association on the Western Cattle Continent. When had he ever suffered such treatment?
The Red Moon Patriarch and the young man in golden armor wore much the same expressions.
"Please remain calm, Fellow Daoist Bai Xi. I had no choice but to keep you all here. To tell you the truth, several immortal-grade spirit fruits deep within our temple's orchard were stolen last night, causing grievous losses. The thief even stole three Ginseng Fruits, the treasures that safeguard our temple!" the Guiding Daoist said with a heavy sigh.
"Ginseng Fruits were stolen? Such a thing actually happened?" Bai Xi's expression changed sharply.
Everyone else erupted in shocked exclamations.
The Ginseng Fruit was renowned, practically the foremost immortal fruit in the Three Realms. Only a few dozen grew every ten thousand years, yet now three had been stolen!
Shock flashed through Shen Luo's eyes as well, but he quickly regained his composure.
No wonder Mingyue had looked so peculiar when he visited that morning and had covertly probed what Shen Luo had been doing the previous night. He had been searching for clues.
Last night! Shen Luo's heart suddenly tightened, and he stole an unobtrusive glance