The old Taoist smiled and watched the butcher leave. Then he climbed up the city wall and looked at the old scholar in the green robe, carrying a sense of respect.
The old scholar in the green robe had already put down his pen, continued drinking wine, and was muttering something.
However, the strong wind from the Luminous Sea made the old scholar's words very indistinct, and no one could hear them clearly.
The vast world over the Luminous Sea was fading away slowly, like a mirage.
But the old Taoist knew that this was not a mirage; it was because the Forbidden Power of the Luminous Sea did not allow this vast world to exist.
Looking into the distance, the old Taoist had a vague sense of anticipation.
His intuition told him that the person he was waiting for was arriving soon.
"Your name is Zhang Qingfeng, right?"
