The entire aura of Marquis Cheng'en is extremely dignified and sharp, his face solemn and heavy; if you look closely, you can see a hint of panic and weight in his eyes, the muscles on his cheeks tightly tense.
A group of Daoists approached, Qin Liuxi tugged at Xuanqingzi's sleeve and whispered, "What happened here? Why are you all here?"
Xuanqingzi was momentarily stunned: "You don't know? Then why are you here?"
"I don't know, I'm just here to find someone."
Xuanqingzi was even more puzzled, thinking these sentences didn't match up; the person they were looking for definitely wasn't the same, otherwise Qin Liuxi wouldn't be asking these redundant questions.
