Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of Heavenly Temple followers, Ye Zhen, or rather Cheng Ji, the Grand Spirit Master that Ye Zhen had transfigured into, remained composed and unperturbed.
He sneered disdainfully, "Ru Hui Master asked me to purchase that kind of Spiritual Tea for him and I've gotten it. I'm just asking him to come to my room to collect it."
After speaking, Ye Zhen fiercely glared at the Spirit Master who had just reported him, making the latter shrink his neck in terror.
Ye Zhen's or rather Cheng Ji's explanation was quite reasonable.
Because all the followers of the Heavenly Temple Luozhou Branch knew Master Ru Hui's fondness for fine tea.
This explanation seemed normal to Abbot Jiwei, yet he remained uneasy.
The mysterious disappearance of forty-five Masters from their Luozhou Branch was too unusual, clearly something was amiss.
"Search! All personnel, according to their own affiliations, proceed to...."
