Wu Xiaoxu sized up the four Daoists and realized they were standing in the middle of a downpour, yet not a single drop of rain touched them. Their Daoist Robes remained perfectly dry, and the leading old Daoist's long beard still billowed gently,
It seemed the torrential rain couldn't come within an inch of their bodies.
At that, Wu Xiaoxu's expression shifted.
"Who... who are you looking for?" he asked cautiously. "Let me say up front, I might not know them. I don't know that many people..."
The old Daoist smiled gently again.
"A layman named Lu Xuan. He should be fairly young."
Wu Xiaoxu's expression changed once more.
After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice hoarse.
"You... Why are you looking for Lu Xuan?"
"That is no concern of yours," the young Daoist at his side said slowly. His tone and expression were apathetic, as if he were looking down on an ant.
He said,
