Lei Jun had been mulling over his own affairs when he suddenly noticed something strange about the water flow.
Using the second function of the Water Aversion Golden Eye, he observed the outside world through the floodwaters.
He saw someone crossing mountains and waters from the western mountains of Azure Firmament Lake.
The surging flood posed surprisingly little threat before him.
The newcomer wore Confucian robes. He looked like a scholar in his thirties or forties, his sash fluttering in the wind, his face lean and clear-cut, but his gaze sharp.
Lei Jun did not recognize this man, but he recognized a young gentleman following behind him.
Fang Mingyuan of the Jingxiang Fang Clan.
Several servants followed beside the youth, escorting a bedraggled middle-aged taoist. It was none other than Qin Tao, who had fled earlier.
"Wasn't Luo Haoran supposed to be here?" Fang Mingyuan frowned.
The scholar looked toward Old Taoist Lu Zhaoqing, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation with a startled expression. "There is a gifted disciple of the Celestial Master Mansion named Luo Haoran. May I ask where he is now?"
"Martial Nephew Luo left long ago. Only this old Daoist remains here to stand guard."
Though Lu Zhaoqing's eyes flickered with uncertainty, his expression settled back into calm as he said slowly, "How should this layman be addressed? What business do you have with Martial Nephew Luo? If convenient, this old Daoist can relay the message later."
"This junior's surname is Fang, given name Yue, from Jingxiang."
Fang Yue's expression was gentle. "I came to seek Daoist Luo today because of certain grievances between him and my clansman Mingyuan."
Lu Zhaoqing drew a deep breath. "So it is Mister Fang of the Jingxiang Fang Clan. This poor Daoist has been disrespectful.
"As for what happened back