Upon hearing this, Zhang Deming looked over, slightly taken aback. Down below the teahouse, beside the street and away from the main crowd, an odd trio stood watching the fighting circle from a distance.
A young scholar, an elderly monk, and a middle-aged priest dressed in black—the kind who wears a black priest's robe.
The three starkly different men stood shoulder to shoulder. As it happened, they were positioned right below Zhang Deming's teahouse, on a street corner far from the crowd, watching the nuns fight ahead.
And it was the young scholar who had just spoken.
Looking at the trio, Zhang Deming found the combination quite novel.
Ever since the Celestial Universe Federation and Hongmeng had made contact, the Federation had established many outposts similar to foreign envoy offices within the territories of Hongmeng's major Upper Sects.
However, due to the extremely xenophobic nature of the Hongmeng Sects, these places actually had very little contact with the locals.
