Lu Hong said: “Su Qiyan has indeed left Ganzhou. If I expected it to be good, I should have arrived in Houxia. But Houxia is too great. Whether Su Qiyan has the courage to come to Yindu is still unknown.” “The emperor knows that our Hongxing Cult has long been in name only. Although I am determined to find Su Qiyan, my power is really insufficient. The emperor is the king of Houxia. If I look for someone, it will naturally be much faster than me.”
Wei Jian was very convinced of Lu Hong’s words, with a hint of satisfaction on his face, “You are right, but Su Qiyan is a person that both Dayu and Ganzhou value, so I can’t find it blatantly. Moreover, I don’t know what Su Qiyan looks like, so how should I find it?”
Lu Hong seemed to have known that Wei Jian would say this for a long time. Lu Hong took out a portrait from his arms and said, “Su Qiyan is respected like Guanyin Bodhisattva in the vast world, especially in Cangzhou, where her temples are everywhere.”
“It is simply easy to get Su Qiyan’s portrait.” Lu Hong said, and opened the portrait directly.
Su Qiyan only felt her heart beating faster, but she thought that Lu Hong clearly had her own portrait, and even if she was wearing men’s clothing, he shouldn’t be able to see it.
Su Qiyan looked down and looked at it. Seeing the portrait, Su Qiyan couldn’t help but want to laugh out loud.
The portrait in Lu Hong must have been obtained from Cangzhou, because it looks too much like the legendary Guanyin Bodhisattva.