"What’s your name?" the black clothed woman suddenly stopped laughing and looked at the nun and her disciple coldly.
"Wanbei [1] is Hui Yan, this is my disciple, Zu Xu." There was despair in the gorgeous nun’s eyes. She knew this woman probably wouldn’t let them go.
"A mi tuo fo…" suddenly, a deep and long chant sounded.
The black-clothed woman’s face changed. She sneered. "Since the old monk came, I’ll let you guys go this time. If someone else gets word of this, you guys won’t need to exist." Then, the black-clothed woman turned and left.
Seeing this, the nun bowed and thanked towards the direction the sound came from and then dragged her disciple away.
….
Xi Shuang Temple.
The room Ye Mo just left now had 5 people inside: the goatee, Xi Wushan, the woman Ye Mo when he handed the items in for auction, a man about the same age as Xi Wushan, and a grey-clothed person sitting in the back whose age couldn’t be discerened.
