The Great Mist arrived.
It seemed to have been conjured by those two troublemakers, Bai Jiaojiao and Xiao Qing. Lin Yun almost lost his cool, "You two stinking sisters, wasn't it enough to just dance wildly? Why did you have to beat drums and play the erhu?"
This mist was purer than any they had encountered outside, and it clearly possessed a life of its own. Lin Yun quickly pulled Bai Jiaojiao and Green Snake together. They might be goofballs, but they were teammates after all, and he couldn't just sell them out.
"One bow!"
After the Great Mist emerged, Temple Priest Chu Ren also began his duties, calling everyone to kneel and worship the gods. Of course, Lin Yun didn't kneel but stood erect instead. With everyone else kneeling, those who were standing, like them, became particularly conspicuous.
"Two bows."
Chu Ren didn't pay any attention to Lin Yun and continued worshipping the gods. Watching this cult-like ritual unfold, Lin Yun was hardly perturbed.
