"..."
Zhou Yi looked up at the sky, as a streak of escaping light rapidly approached.
He suppressed the urge to turn and run, ready to use the Divine Bull Transformation at any moment, and with cupped hands and a smile, he said, "Poor Daoist Tang Xuan, greets the venerable Xuan Kong."
"So it is Tang the Daoist Master, may I ask where you hail from?"
The escaping light landed and transformed into a daoist in a green robe, who appeared to be no more than twenty years old, with a face like a handsome jade and an ethereal aura, like a peerless noble son from beyond this mortal world.
"Poor Daoist comes from the eastern lands... across the sea."
Zhou Yi said with a smile, "As an overseas Loose Cultivator new to this esteemed land, do I need to report my name and origins first?"
"No need."