Yu Ziqing looked up.
Here it was again.
He glanced at Shi Mengji, whose expression of pain slowly vanished from his face.
Yu Ziqing raised his head to look at the sky, quietly sensing the faint consciousness within the rain.
Bowing slightly to the sky according to ancient rites, he offered a salute with his hands clasped.
"I am unaware of which elder has arrived, but Qing Ziyu greets you with respect."
Ji Meng watched Yu Ziqing's actions and couldn't help but smile wryly to himself. Shaking his head, he said,
"It's all right. It's very difficult for us old relics to blend in during this era, so don't worry.
You are right; if he likes peaceful drizzle, he is not of a particularly murderous disposition.
Didn't I tell you to go back to the Southern Sea first? If you keep following me, trouble will ensue..."
Ji Meng stepped forward, straightened his robe, and with a solemn face, offered a traditional salute once again.
"Let me reintroduce myself, I am Ji Meng."