When the four arrived at Lingyin Temple, the abbot, Ming Yue, came out to greet them. Meng Yi was so young, but Ming Yue wanted to call her uncle. She took them in, took their seats, and served them some fragrant tea.
Xiyi looked at the Lingyin Temple carefully. There were only a dozen monks in a small temple, with only two yards. They moved forward and backward. At this moment, the four of them were sitting inside, drinking fragrant tea.
Meng Yi seemed to be familiar with Ming Yue. She came straight to the point. "Mingyue, what's the important news about West Lake recently? Especially the traces of Seven Ultimate Sect and the Devil Cult?"
Ming Yue was about the same age as Meng Yi and grew up with Meng Yi in Shaolin Temple. They had always been close, and there was nothing to hide. "Th
