"Senior Brother Yuan Ye?"
Lu Zheng took another look and realized that the figure beside Yuan Jing was none other than Yuan Ye, a fellow disciple he had seen at White Cloud Mountain.
Although he wasn't as talented as Yuan Lin and a few others, he was still one of the more outstanding masters among his peers, surpassing many of his seniors.
"I was returning from a ritual outside Dingshan Town when I happened to encounter Senior Brother Yuan Ye being pursued by this ghost, so we returned together," Yuan Jing said.
Yuan Ye's face was pale, looking weak, but he still stood up straight with effort, bowing respectfully, "Greetings, Master Mingzhang, greetings, Junior Brother Yuan Zheng."
Daoist Mingzhang grabbed Yuan Ye and channeled a surge of innate White Cloud True Qi over, "No need for formalities, come back to the temple with me first."
