Immortal Devil, Karmic Change

"Without a Daoist temple, can't you become a Daoist priest yourself?"

Jiang Changsheng asked with a smile. As he spoke, he raised his glass to the other party.

The middle-aged man immediately carried a wine pot and walked over with a wine bowl. Jiang Changsheng did not mind and began to chat with him. He regarded Jiang Changsheng as a foreigner and passionately introduced the prosperity of Jingcheng to him.

Jiang Changsheng found it interesting. Even though he could understand Jingcheng with a single glance, the taste of some things would be completely different when it came from a person's mouth.

After chatting for an hour, the middle-aged man picked up his bamboo basket and left. The inn was still crowded with guests. Some left while others came. It was the same for every inn in Jingcheng. The culture of immortal cultivation here was very strong, and the streets were filled with immortal cultivators.