Enlightenment in the Mortal World

Inside the pavilion.

The fragrance of tea filled the air.

Zhang Ling looked at Luo Chen in surprise. He had not expected this man to offer his help of his own accord.

The last time they had met, they had merely crossed paths by chance and exchanged a few casual words, hadn't they?

Could he have seen what made me different?

Zhang Ling grew wary, but immediately dismissed the thought. Very few cultivators could see through the tribulation of reincarnation; at least, none existed openly in Primordial Heaven and Earth.

If he had run into one so casually, that would be terribly unlucky indeed.

Zhang Ling smiled. "Aren't you going to ask about the karma between me and my enemy? What if I was the one who started the dispute?"

"Brother Zhang and I felt like old friends at first sight. Besides, the other party concealed their name and hid from you. Perhaps they have a guilty conscience."

Luo Chen stroked his chin and analyzed the matter earnestly.

Naturally, he was making it all up.

Zhang Ling was not so easily fooled. He shook his head with a soft laugh, extinguishing the thought of asking Luo Chen for help.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, but why trouble a great Buddha like you over a fight between minor cultivators like us? Wouldn't that lower your standing? If word got out that you were bullying the weak with your strength, it would not look good."

Zhang Ling raised his tea cup, took a sip, and shook his head in refusal.

Pretend. Keep pretending.

If he were really a minor cultivator, could he still chat and drink tea so calmly after learning my identity?

Luo Chen nodded. "Since that is the case, Fellow Daoist, just be extra careful."

Zhang Ling studied Luo Chen, then