Qian Qing did not hesitate at her words and promptly nodded in agreement.
Chen Baiqing turned her gaze toward the two śrāmaṇeras, one old and one young, beside them. She had no interest in asking about the whole story and simply said gently:
"Thank you both for your help, fellow Daoists. Qian Qing does indeed know my master. Sorry for the trouble of making this journey. Why not rest in the reception hall first? We'll have generous gifts for you later."
Listening from the side, the Young Monk from the Inverted Hanging Temple suddenly felt as though heaven and earth had flipped upside down, as though he were dreaming.
Of all the possibilities he had imagined, he had never dared imagine that the pure martial artist before him really knew Chu Xingchen.
The affairs of the world truly were unpredictable.
The abbot glanced at Qian Qing. After a moment's hesitation, he bowed and asked softly:
"Are you certain that Qian Qing knows your esteemed master, fellow Daoist?"
Chen Baiqing naturally understood the abbot's concern and said bluntly:
"This is the Heavenly Derivation Sect. No one here has the time or inclination to toy with a martial artist."
Although Chen Baiqing had never actually met Qian Qing, when gathering and organizing intelligence, she had paid extra attention to what her master was doing. If her master happened to be planning something foolish, then as his disciple, she naturally had to try to stop him.
After recalling things for a moment just now, she did remember records of a pure martial artist named Qian Qing, who also had some connection to Yuankong.
The abbot nodded in understanding, then breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Then thank you, fellow Daoist. There's no need for generous gifts. We agreed to help Benefactor Qian