บท 69: The Rustling Bamboo Leaves That Shut the Windows

The bamboo hut had a nice layout. Before Shen Lian and Lu Shouyi were at the door when it swung open, a person with grayish-white hair stood at the door. His Daoist robe looked old and the right sleeve was empty.

Shen Lian noticed that he was aging. Unlike the headmaster Daoist and the two old men who brought them here, there was no life bustling underneath this aging body.

The old man emits an aura of a setting sun.

"Two junior apprentice-brothers, please follow me." The old man glanced at Shen Lian and Lu Shouyi and behaved as though he knew their identity.

Shen Lian thought maybe Jingqing informed the old man through other means.

The people in Qing Xuan were weird indeed. Since Jingqing was here, why did he not come in and greet the old man?

Shen Lian understood that these cultivators who were pursuing Dao probably did not care much about mannerism like the mortal world.