Chi Songzi!
Lu Zheng took a deep breath, calming his wildly beating heart.
Under the gaze of Wansong Daoist, which seemed to see through human hearts, Lu Zheng awkwardly smiled and deeply regretted his earlier curiosity.
Geez, in front of such a person, how could one hide their emotions?
See, didn't you slip up? What excuse can you use to cover up naturally?
Yet...
"The White Cloud Temple truly has deep roots," Wansong Daoist said with a smile. "I didn't expect there would be records of Chi Songzi."
Huh? Misunderstood?
Lu Zheng scratched his head and awkwardly said, "I accidentally heard my master mention it during a conversation in the sect, but I'm not sure about the specifics."
Indeed, Wansong Daoist did not suspect anything, just nodded and said, "I heard the Immortal say he only secluded himself in the mountains, rarely appearing in the world. It's likely his disciples were quiet people, mostly solitary practitioners, rather than opening a sect widely.
