Having you around is my good fortune.
During his exchange with Lin Feng, the Written Spirit realized that Lin Feng's objective was none other than the Wild God in the mountains.
He was an old hand.
Bad temper aside, even though he was only Zhang Zhuoen's Written Spirit, he was full of Spirituality.
Hearing that there might be unimaginable rewards in the mountains, Lin Feng took notice.
Lin Feng did not turn around.
He was carrying the headless corpse of a Daoist on his back, and knew that looking back would be asking for death.
He asked the Written Spirit quietly, "Is this one of our elders from Dragon-Tiger Mountain? If not, why can he wander around with the Three Pure Ones Bells? If you know each other, could you have a word and tell him to walk on his own?"
The Written Spirit said, "No."
"Then our Dragon-Tiger Mountain really has a wide reach. We've got people everywhere."
The Written Spirit said, "..."
The Written Spirit knew Lin Feng had misunderstood his Intent. Well, would you look at that. You don't believe me.
He grew agitated.
The Written Spirit said, "That's not what I meant. He's an uncanny entity from the Underworld.
"It's just that the Three Pure Ones Bells he's holding belong to our Dragon-Tiger Mountain."
"Then your Dragon-Tiger Mountain is pretty inclusive. Even Uncanny entities from the Underworld can use the Three Pure Ones Bells."
The Written Spirit grew even more agitated.
"Can't you have a normal conversation?"
He wanted to slap Lin Feng. "Can't you see there's something wrong with these Three Pure Ones Bells?"
"No idea," said Lin Feng.
He had not even recognized them as the Three Pure Ones Bells.
To be fair, he had heard plenty about the Three Pure Ones Bells.
But