"Fellow Daoist Sea God… Ah."
Li Changshou looked at the tall and thin old Daoist priest who was clad in a light yellow robe. After the two of them exchanged greetings, the old Daoist priest had already hesitated to speak a few times and kept sighing.
It felt like Li Changshou was hopeless…
"Senior, what's wrong?"
Li Changshou asked with concern, "Are you worried about the dragon race?"
Perfected Huang Long sighed again and sat by the side, remaining silent for a long time.
For a moment, Li Changshou had been fooled by that senior expert. He did not know what had happened.
Among the three Dao Sects, the one who had the least connections to him was the Chan School.
In other words, the Chan School was the school that he was the most unfamiliar with.
"Fellow Daoist Sea God…"
"Ah!"
Li Changshou sighed before Perfected Huang Long managed to, giving Perfected Huang Long a great shock.