The carriage rumbled along the road.
Gu Lan was troubled about how to explain this matter to the Tan’er.
Lost in thought, he absentmindedly played with the immortal-level flying sword technique he had just obtained yesterday.
Suddenly!
A brightly shining die... no, a monk appeared in front, blocking Gu Lan's white horse.
"Benefactor!"
The monk smiled slightly and bowed to Gu Lan.
Gu Lan glanced at him and sensed that this monk was not ordinary.
Despite appearing no older than fifty, he had already reached the initial level of the Immortal Stage.
With nine scar-like marks on his head, symbolizing his high status in the Buddhist sect.
"Master, what brings you here?"
Gu Lan raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Benefactor, did you come from the Heaven Mountain Secret Realm?" The monk got straight to the point and asked in a low voice.
"You've got the wrong person."