"Junior Brother Zhu."
A soft sigh echoed through the mist.
Daoist Zhu hunched over and turned back, once more seeing the silhouette of Master Yanwei.
"Senior Brother Yanwei."
Daoist Zhu bowed slightly, asking with concern, "Is Senior Brother well?"
"It's nothing too serious."
Master Yanwei waved his sleeve; though he said this, his face showed traces of paleness.
Taking on the full brunt of the green bull's heavy stomp during the day had left him with significant injuries.
Now, he was relying on consuming elixirs to suppress the injuries.
Master Yanwei gazed towards the mountain steps above, nudging his chin slightly. Though he said nothing, Daoist Zhu understood his meaning... He had accompanied Chen Jingxuan up the mountain, and Master Yanwei had seen it clearly. The All Marvels Pavilion was responsible for guarding the Taoist sect's forbidden grounds, and any disturbance on the back mountain had to be monitored by the All Marvels Pavilion.
"It's Chen Jingxuan."
