"Haha, so he's a local cultivator. Smash his mouth. Search him and see if there's anything good." Tang Lin was furious.
Hearing the word 'search,' the man panicked. He struggled as if he was resisting something.
"Hmm? Is there a situation?" Seeing the Daoist Priest's performance, the boy was delighted and quickly ordered his men to search him.
His subordinate handed over a yellowed kraft paper. There were some blurry lines drawn on it, which seemed to be a map. It looked like it was from some time ago.
"What is this?" When Tang Lin looked at the dying Daoist priest, blood flowed out of his seven orifices.
"It seems like this map has a big secret. You guys continue to search for the members of this organization." Tang Lin thought to himself.
The Daoist Priest is the subordinate of the Rain Master.
Daoist Rain could hide in the clouds and merge with the rain, drifting in all directions with the wind.