"You're a very perceptive child. That's the Holy Sect spirit."
Although Qi Yun was shocked and suspicious, he didn't let it show on his face. Even so, the seemingly senile Elder Master before him saw through his thoughts in a single glance.
Hearing this, Qi Yun opened his mouth to object, but the Elder Master simply waved his hand and said:
"No need to explain. We disciples of the Holy Sect are clever to the point of being demonic and suspicious to the point of being ghostly. If you didn't have this instinctual alertness, you wouldn't be a qualified Holy Sect Disciple."
The Elder Master's words put Qi Yun slightly at ease.
"An Cheng, you may leave us. Qi Yun and I are going for a walk." The Elder Master waved his hand, dismissing Ding Tai. He then clasped his hands behind his back, turned with a shuffle, and led Qi Yun toward the Daoist Temple's right corridor.
