Seeing the wrong expressions on their faces,
the potbellied monk spoke again with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm an old acquaintance of your master. Hasn't that old Taoist ever told you about me?"
Little White glanced at the bald head in front of him and pointed his finger towards Jin Xu.
"Big Baldy, I'm not Tianxing Taoist's disciple; our temple master is."
The potbellied monk didn't pay much attention to the address for now and turned his head to look in the direction Little White was pointing, only to find that the little Taoist she pointed to had no spiritual power fluctuations whatsoever.
He then said seriously,
"If you're not the Tianxing Taoist's disciple, then where did that power of the Ten-thousand-year-old Heart Calming Willow inside you come from? And it's so concentrated."
With that, he covertly began to probe Jin Xu.
And then, he discovered that this was just a little Taoist without the slightest trace of spiritual power fluctuations!
