The young man surnamed Ma and the young man surnamed Kong had just entered the room when they saw an old Daoist priest sitting cross-legged on the large bed inside.
The man's appearance was exactly the same as the Zhenyuan photo they had seen before.
So, the two of them were certain that this old Daoist priest was the Zhenyuan they were looking for!
"Taoist Zhenyuan, we are members of the Religious Affairs Bureau's Emergency Response Team, today..."
The young man surnamed Ma began to speak loudly.
But before he could finish his words, Lu Heng slowly opened his eyes.
"Younger generation, how rude!"
Lu Heng's voice was expressionless, like a thunderclap exploding.
The young man surnamed Ma and the young man surnamed Kong only felt a sharp pain in their ears and their heads spinning.
Then they saw Zhenyuan lift his hand and flick his sleeve, and in an instant, a tremendous force struck them.
