Yun Qinglie and Yun Qingfeng looked up to see two early Foundation Establishment cultivators flying over.
One was fat-headed and big-eared, with a towering build. The sleeves of his Daoist robes were rolled back, exposing hairy arms; the other was a female cultivator, appearing around forty, her skin somewhat pale. Though her features were not picture-perfect, her small nose and delicate brows were quite pleasing to the eye.
"The Xu Family of Xian City? How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?" Yun Qingfeng frowned slightly and cupped his hands. "I am Yun Qingfeng of the Yun Lan Sect, and this is my junior brother, Yun Qinglie!"
"Oh? So you are disciples of the Yun Lan Sect! No wonder!" Understanding flashed through the fat cultivator's eyes. He nodded. "I am Xu Hong."
Then he glanced at the female cultivator beside him. "This is Fairy Zhong Yejing of the Zhong Family of Yun City!"
"I greet you both, Fellow Daoists!" Zhong Yejing followed behind Xu Hong. The two stopped several dozen feet away from Yun Qinglie and Yun Qingfeng and returned the salute.
After both sides exchanged greetings, a brief silence fell, as though each was choosing their words. Yun Qinglie glanced at Yun Qingfeng, then called out, "You two are cultivators of our Meng Kingdom. What are you doing here at White Bamboo Mountain?"
"How strange! Fellow Daoist Yun, White Bamboo Mountain is a spiritual mountain of our Meng Kingdom. Are we not allowed to come?" Xu Hong raised a brow and retorted. "Since you two have come, Xu's purpose must be the same as yours!"
Yun Qinglie and Yun Qingfeng exchanged looks, and both showed a flicker of understanding. They knew their purpose was certainly different from the other side's. In other words, Fu Feng had concealed part of the