"Qiulong Temple, Fan Wu." Fan Wu stated his name simply.
Qiulong Temple?
Fan Wu?
The unfamiliar names plunged Abbot Hui Gen into a realm of ignorance. Having stayed at Longhe Temple for such a long time, he had never heard of Qiulong Temple, nor Fan Wu.
But from what he heard, could the man before him be considered a Taoist?
"Amitabha, so you are a Taoist Priest," Abbot Hui Gen said. "Does the priest's visit aim to uphold justice and eliminate evil for the greater good?"
"Not really," Fan Wu replied.
"Huh?" Abbot Hui Gen was stunned; he wanted to ask Fan Wu in a loud voice—If you're not here to uphold justice and eliminate evil, then why are you, a malefactor, meddling in these affairs?
But due to the oppressive air Fan Wu exuded, he simply couldn't voice the question.
All he heard was Fan Wu saying, "I came simply because I caught the scent of an old friend and followed it here."
"Scent? Old friend?" Abbot Hui Gen asked. "May I know of whom the priest speaks?"
