Lu Mingfei turned to look and found an elderly man in a white lab coat. He looked to be in his early fifties, with graying hair and a kind smile on his face, standing off to the side with his hands behind his back as he studied Lu Mingfei.
He had the vague feeling that the old man looked familiar—he seemed to have seen him somewhere before.
After searching his memories for quite a while, he finally dug it out from some forgotten corner. Wasn't this the Daoist Priest from True Martial Temple who had been invited by the Principal of Shilan High School to give a speech before Lu Mingfei joined Kassel? He seemed to be connected to the True Martial Demon-Slaying Academy too, and apparently he was also a Hybrid. His name was something like Pingyangzi—right, that was his Daoist name.
"Dao—Daoist Priest?" Lu Mingfei called out in surprise.
"Layman, we meet again." Pingyangzi smiled at Lu Mingfei.
"Pah!"
A voice exploded from nearby, startling Lu Mingfei.
"That old Daoist actually dared to compete with this humble monk for the abbess! And he even used such despicable means to tie this humble monk up. He truly is a heretical demon! If you've got the guts, let me go, and this humble monk will fight you for three hundred rounds!"
Lu Mingfei turned his head and froze.
Only then did he realize how large the room was. He was not alone. Three restraint chairs stood nearby in an arc, with one person tied to each chair. He was now seeing his own condition from an observer's perspective—bound tightly and unable to move, no different from the three unfortunate souls beside him.
The speaker was the first person on the left, a bald man in a hospital gown who looked