Xiao Buli held the oil lamp high to extend its light further and immediately saw clearly that a person was standing against the wall, clad in a green Taoist robe with a treasured sword on his back.
Upon seeing the light brighten at the door, he immediately approached. Xiao Buli saw clearly that this Taoist had a handsome and refined appearance, likely in his twenties or thirties in age. But when Xiao Buli saw his name, his heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself, this can't be, how is this possible.
The name hovering above the Taoist's head was none other than Xuan Zhenzi. Xuan Zhenzi was often hard to find on regular days; how could it be that when encountered, they came in pairs?
"I am troubled by the efforts of you two brave gentlemen to rescue me," said the young Xuan Zhenzi when he saw that the people who appeared were not the villains who imprisoned him, and he immediately called for help.