"Martial Nephew, you know them?"
Jing Yan Daoist glanced from Pan Shi to Yang An and asked in confusion.
He was the elder of the group, the man Pan Shi had called Martial Uncle.
He had just received a report from a disciple that a member of their sect had been murdered. The body was in a ruined temple at the edge of Sansong Mountain, and he had come personally with a group to investigate.
Hearing Jing Yan Daoist's question, Pan Shi quickly smiled and replied:
"Martial Uncle, this is a fellow Daoist I met on the road to the Xiyue River. Fellow Daoist Yang helped my junior sister and me a great deal."
"Fellow Daoist Yang? Didn't he just say his name was Mu'an?"
Before Jing Yan Daoist could even speak, a young man beside him immediately retorted.
He was Jing Yan Daoist's Direct Disciple, and his name was Ji Zhou.
That was right. He had just said his name was Mu'an, and the woman beside him was called Ying Wen.
