Chapter 91: Zhou Dao's Strength

Incense smoke rose like billowing clouds, while the candlelight flickered like the breath of a great serpent.

The plump Taoist's face darkened entirely, a cold glint flickering in his mung bean-like eyes.

In the Taoist lineage, it emphasizes direct inheritance and strongly frowns upon the stealing of methods.

This is a matter of life and death.

The young man hiding in front of him has inscrutable intentions and has already committed a major taboo.

"Consuming and refining everything to create medicine... Taoist, isn't your lineage too domineering, and defying the heavens? Aren't you afraid that he can't bear it?" Zhou Dao's gaze darkened slightly.

There are numerous Taoist sects all over the world, each with different techniques.

Clearly, the practices of the Taoist in front of him were exceptional. All things become medicine, a smidgen of the Golden Elixir could last ten thousand years.

Such audacity is rare in this world.