The Welcoming Daoist led the men inside, and the first thing Gu Zhao and the others looked at was the old man being pushed in a wheelchair.
The old man had changed into casual clothes. His cold gaze swept over them before finally locking onto Taoist Yi Hong.
"Wang Sang." Yoshiyama Yuuki was the first to speak, his voice chilling. "Are these the helpers you found?"
Wang Runheng turned back and warned in a low voice, "Watch what you say. They might be recording us."
With that said, Wang Runheng stepped forward. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just came to the Penglai Immortal Pavilion to offer incense and pray for blessings. Why did you follow me here?"
The old man raised a hand, cutting Yoshiyama Yuuki off. His eyes, fixed on Taoist Yi Hong, burned with venom and hatred. "Let's not play games. I am Tsuchimikado Kazuya of the Zhishan Shrine. May I ask which Taoist Sect this esteemed Daoist hails from?"
