"Hiss—"
Lu Zheng couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
How arrogant this person's tone is!
"Who exactly are you?"
Lu Zheng heard something different from his words, so he asked in a focused voice, "You are not from the Great Jing Dynasty?"
The old monk nodded, "I, the old monk, am not from the Great Jing Dynasty."
Shen Ying's eyes flashed, and she immediately said, "Are you from the Southern Border?"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
The old monk pressed his palms together but didn't speak, clearly implying consent.
The five women of Hua Yixing exchanged glances, and they couldn't help but sharply inhale, for an Abnormal Person from the Southern Border entering the Jing Dynasty was not something they could handle.
Lu Zheng's eyes narrowed; just now, when the old monk killed Ji Zizhen, he released a trace of Qi. Though not weak, it was not strong enough that I couldn't deal with it.
