Although Fu'er had never met Qin Yongfu and Ou Lan, he had met Qin Yingjun. Seeing the appearances of Ou Lan and Qin Yongfu, he could guess their identities.
"Why would Mr. Qin come over so late?" Fu'er asked politely.
Qin Yingjun's face was very pale, even more so than during the day, and his eyes seemed a bit vacant.
In the words of their Xuanmen, it was as if he had been frightened out of his wits.
Upon hearing Fu'er's words, Qin Yingjun's eyes finally focused a bit, "Has the Abbot rested?"
Fu'er replied, "Not yet, our Abbot is still in the side hall. Are you here to see our Abbot?"
Hearing that Jiangli had not yet rested, the tension on Qin Yingjun's face relaxed for a moment. When he spoke again, he became a bit choked up, "I, we are here to see the Abbot. Could you please take us to meet him?"
"Mr. Qin, you're being too formal. You are our honored guest, of course, you can." Fu'er stepped aside and said, "Mr. Qin, please."
