The Process

In the Qingyun Dao Sect, the bunch of men in black would have never thought that Daoist Tai Hua was a supreme expert.

A Mahayana realm powerhouse.

There were very few in this world.

'How could such a powerhouse appear in a small sect?'

At the rear cliff of Qingyun Dao Sect, Daoist Tai Hua removed the spirit talisman on his chest.

He was neither happy nor did he intend to boast. Instead, he looked at the men in black helplessly.

Daoist Tai Hua had a complicated look in his eyes. He was helpless and did not bear any hatred against the people.

"Senior, Senior, I hope you will forgive me."

"We are just following orders, this is not our intention at all, I hope you will forgive us."

The men in black began to chicken out.

They immediately knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness, because they didn't know what to do apart from that.

They were facing a Mahayana realm powerhouse.