"Senior Brother Zhang?" asked Fu Zhenzhen rhetorically, hoping that she had misheard -- by now, her face pale and her eyes frighteningly bright.
The Taoist priest had sensed something strange. Being a Taoist monk, he wasn't sensitive about emotional matters between a man and a woman. "Zhang Yuanshan is one of this generation's seven disciples of the Zhen Wu Sect. Though he is ranked towards the bottom, this does not, however, diminish his importance. Therefore, if the two families were to be joined by marriage, the only candidate that would please the Song family would be Zhang Yuanshan."
He thought that they were doubting whether Zhang Yuanshan was the rightful groom.
Meng wanted to stop him from answering Fu Zhenzhen, but it was too late.
"Great, just spiffing," replied Fu Zhenzhen and turned to walk away disappointed and forlorn.