Lu Qingshan also noticed this scene, paused his actions, and looked over.
"Cough cough... why hide?" Qing Luo's ancestor coughed twice and asked coldly.
"I... I..." The middle-aged cultivator broke out in a cold sweat, stammering, unsure of how to explain.
"Who is this person?" Qing Luo's ancestor inquired of the Qing Luo Sect's vice sect master standing respectfully nearby.
"Reporting to the ancestor, this person is an elder of our sect, Elder Murong."
At this moment, the vice sect master of Qing Luo Sect also vaguely realized something, and answered in a trembling voice, "He entered our sect as a loose cultivator a thousand years ago. Since then, he has been diligent and made significant contributions to our sect, so the sect master officially appointed him as an elder a hundred years ago."
"Elder Murong..." Qing Luo's ancestor nodded slightly, then asked, "Where is his cave residence?"
