After the group parted ways, Shen Luo and the other two headed straight to a two-story lodge. From afar, the aroma of wine drifted over.
"The wine smells stronger than usual. Someone must have brought Master some good wine. Looks like we're in for a treat..." Lu Huaming wrinkled his nose and sniffed, then licked his lips as he declared.
Before his voice had faded, Cheng Yaojin's voice came from inside. "You little bastard, you're thinking about my wine before you've even come back? Get your ass in here already..."
Hearing this, Lu Huaming and the other two immediately pushed open the door and entered.
The moment Shen Luo stepped inside, he saw Cheng Yaojin seated beside a table, holding a black clay wine jug in one hand. His face was flushed red from drinking. Seated opposite him was an elderly man in yellow robes—Huangmu Adept.
Huangmu Adept, however, was not drinking. A cup of green tea sat by his hand, giving off a faint fragrance.
"So Senior Huangmu is here as well." Seeing this, Lu Huaming and the others hurriedly bowed.
"You two young friends have worked hard." Huangmu Adept smiled, though his gaze settled on Gu Hualing.
"Master, Senior, regarding this trip to Golden Mountain Temple..." Lu Huaming took the initiative to speak, giving them a rough account of what had happened at Golden Mountain Temple.
"I never imagined that Master Jiangliu was actually a Buddha bead spirit, and that he even dared impersonate the revered reincarnation of Golden Cicada... If not for you, not only Golden Mountain Temple, but even the imperial court might have been deceived by him for who knew how long." Huangmu Adept sighed.
"Senior, do you have any information about that mysterious organization?" Shen Luo asked.
"We have actually noticed some traces of