"Of course, this Ruined Temple is ownerless; feel free to make yourself at home," Ma Lu didn't expose the visitor's identity.
The three from the Songxi Sword Sect didn't seem like good characters, and they vaguely represented the strongest force in the Ruined Temple at the moment; naturally, Ma Lu wouldn't push someone into the fire pit at a time like this.
Relieved by these words, the person led the horse over.
However, it was at that moment when He Qisheng suddenly stood up, gesturing to the white horse rider with a jerk of his chin, "Take off the bamboo hat."
"Why?"
"It's simple; everyone here is forthright except for you, hiding your head and showing your tail," stated He Qisheng, righteous in speech, but the sly look in his eyes betrayed his true inner thoughts.
Although the white horse rider had spoken softly to Ma Lu, He Qisheng's keen hearing had allowed him to discern that the newcomer was disguised as a man, so he decided to amuse himself.
