Shen Luo weighed matters inwardly, but showed no hesitation on his face and nodded in agreement.
The maid led him deeper into the residence, and before long they arrived outside a tall courtyard.
"This is the place. Please enter, young master. This servant will take her leave." The maid curtsied, then quickly departed.
Shen Luo glanced inside. A grand main hall stood within the courtyard, and he could vaguely make out two people standing there.
"Who is the other one?" His brows drew together slightly, but soon relaxed as he stepped into the hall.
One of the two people inside was Cheng Yaojin. The other was a young Daoist priest holding a snow-white whisk, with a smile on his face.
The Daoist had been chatting amiably with Cheng Yaojin. When he saw Shen Luo enter, he turned his gaze toward him.
For some reason, Shen Luo's heart suddenly tightened. It felt as if the man had seen through him completely, and his hands and feet trembled beyond his control as he stood rooted in place.
"Hehe, you must be young friend Shen. Come to think of it, we have met once before." The young Daoist smiled and nodded at Shen Luo.
Only upon hearing that voice did Shen Luo come back to his senses. The voice was also extremely familiar.
"You are Yuan Tiangang, the Imperial Preceptor?"
This young Daoist's voice was exactly the same as that of the young woman surnamed Li by the Nether River in the Underworld.
"That is correct. I am Yuan Tiangang. When we parted hurriedly by the Nether River last time, we had no chance to exchange names. I hope you will not hold it against me, young friend. Cough, cough..." Yuan Tiangang raised one palm in salute, then suddenly coughed several times, as