Upon seeing Bai Mo arrive, Baitou Weng waved him over.
Then, with a gentle expression, he introduced him to the scholar-like man sitting across from them.
"This is the fellow Daoist who called us over. I think he's quite good, someone who can truly discuss the Dao with us."
The scholar coughed lightly, an unhealthy flush rising to his face as he turned to look.
"Oh? Another prodigiously talented junior."
The scholar, named Jing Heng, was around forty years old and did not appear to be in good condition.
Bai Mo sat down and greeted him.
"Senior Jing, how were you injured?"
Jing Heng covered his mouth and let out a muffled cough.
"I suppose it was an unlucky day for travel. People from the Seven Beasts Sect caught my scent and hunted me all the way here, leaving me in this state."
At these words, a shadow crossed the faces of Baitou Weng and Gai Lao.
After a moment of silence, Gai Lao said furiously,
"A pack of wolves!"
