A coincidence?
Or... intentional?
For a moment, Daoist Fuhai found himself in a dilemma.
He stood there on the flying eaves, gazing at the distant figure. Neither made a reckless move.
The wind whistled mournfully.
Just then, a voice transmission crossed the distance and entered Daoist Fuhai's ears:
"Lu, since you've come to Ning'an, why not say hello? If word got out, people might think I have no sense of hospitality."
Daoist Fuhai's gaze narrowed.
Judging by the tone of the transmission, Chen Sheng didn't seem to have seen through his disguise.
'So his appearance here might really be a coincidence?'
While he felt a sense of relief, a trace of doubt also arose in Daoist Fuhai's heart.
'If it really is a coincidence, it's far too convenient.'
"This is no place to talk. Why don't you follow me, fellow daoist, and we can have a proper discussion?"
Chen Sheng transmitted again.
