"Huh?" Qing He Daoist was a bit surprised. "Mr. Lu, what are you talking about?"
"Fusheng's Lu Xuan..." The young man also grew surprised.
Qing He Daoist looked around in confusion. After a long moment, he finally processed it and asked doubtfully:
"I don't quite understand what you mean... The title chanted by the Daoists of Dragon Tiger Mountain? Are you talking about the heavy rain that day, that immense phenomenon? I remember that clearly. They were chanting something about the Supreme Emperor Profound Yellow."
Lu Xuan froze, his expression suddenly turning serious.
"Qing He, what did you just say?"
Qing He Daoist was baffled, but he repeated himself anyway.
Lu Xuan suppressed the tremor in his heart and asked again:
"Do you remember the specific details of that day?"
"Of course I do." After recalling for a moment, Qing He Daoist recounted everything that had happened from beginning to end when he went to East Sea City to find Lu Xuan.
