Jin Cui opened her mouth wide and looked at him blankly for a long time.
He had never seen a person like Liu Fuguang. His smile was gentle and his words were amiable, but every word he said was as firm as a nail, as if there was no one in the world more reliable and solid than him. The Taoist temple's founder had a profound and mysterious cultivation, a level he could never reach in his lifetime, but compared to the young man in white in front of him, he was clearly just like everyone else, becoming clichéd and ordinary.
"Senior... I think you must be absolutely sure to say so. I believe you." Jin Cuixu nodded and said, "I am new here. If you are interested in the matter of the Nine Sons Mother, can you stay and help? I, I..."
Seeing his childish face and the awkward way he said "poor Taoist" and "low-class gangster", Liu Fuguang knew that although this kid was good enough to beat most of the mortals here, his behavior was no different from a blank sheet of paper. He was afraid that he had suffered a lot on the way down the mountain.
"No problem. We're free anyway." He said with a smile, "But, you're so sure that you want us to help you. Aren't you afraid that we're bad guys?"
Jin Cuixu felt relieved. He stood up straight and grinned, "Qi-observation Kung Fu. Don't forget, I can observe qi!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but quickly glance at the man in black standing behind him, and a guilty look flashed in his eyes again.
He did know how to read qi, but the aura of the man in black was something he had never seen before. The abyss was a dark black that was more terrifying than any evil cultivator or demon.
He really didn't dare to look closely, because his grandfather had taught him sternly: There are many things in the world that are beyond human reach. Even if you encounter them, you can still live safely without any harm if you don't go into it. But if you become curious and insist on spying and looking, then it is reasonable that you die a miserable and sad death.
"I'm Liu Fuguang," the young man in white said with a smile, "He, he's Yan Huan. You don't have to be polite, my friend. We are all of the same status when we travel together, so just call me by my given name."
People's words will subconsciously reveal a corner of their hidden hearts. A name is a title, and it is also a signboard of a person's wandering. When other people introduce themselves, the more straightforward ones say "My name is so-and-so", while the more humble ones say "I am so-and-so". Liu Fuguang's tone is friendly and kind, but he said "I am".
… It was as if, if others recognized them, it was natural, and if they didn’t, that didn’t matter, because they were standing there, as it should be, like some kind of natural law.
Jin Cuixu could not tell the two's cultivation level, nor did he know their background. He racked his brains but could not figure out their identities. While he was thinking hard, Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan had already taken him to a high-end inn and booked a room for him.
Jin Cuixu was startled and waved her hands hurriedly, saying, "No merit, no reward, no merit, no reward!"
Liu Fuguang was speechless: "I thought that all cultivators regarded money as a thing outside of their bodies. Since you want to join us in the investigation, I'm afraid that the Nine Sons Mother Goddess is not a good person and is very dangerous. If you don't conserve your energy, how can you get the strength to act?"