First Meeting With The Saint, Changshou Schemes Against The Golden Cicada
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
In the rear hall of Anshui City, a Water-Fire Taiji Painting appeared out of thin air. It carried the power of water and fire and slowly rotated.
The Great Daoist Master jumped out of it with a cold expression.
When the Water-Fire Taiji Painting dissipated, the Great Daoist Master's sleeve fluttered gently. A handful of ashes floated out and turned into Li Changshou's figure with specks of light.
He still looked like an old immortal. There was still the image of a pagoda on his chest.
The Great Daoist Master exhaled and sat back on the round chair. He was silent for a while before sighing.
"This Uncle-Master is a little too…"
Li Changshou held his horsetail whisk and whispered, "Great Daoist Master, after all, this is the Saint…"