His expression solemn, Batal clasped his hands and looked intently at the young Daoist standing opposite him.
How had this Daoist arrived unnoticed? Batal wondered, having detected not the slightest hint of his approach.
Moreover, the man's aura was profound and abyssal, like the sea. Despite being so close, Batal couldn't discern the level of his Cultivation.
It was like looking up at a sacred mountain soaring into the clouds. Even after tilting his head back as far as it would go, he could only see the thick layers of mist, not the mountain's true height.
"Immeasurable Living Buddha, what does this young benefactor mean by those words? Have we met before?"
Sure of never having encountered Qi Xiu before, Batal invoked the Buddha's name and asked in a low voice.
"Demon Monks of the Secret Shrine Temple, how dare you, things neither fully human nor ghost, come to the Valley of Deceased Gods?"
Speaking indifferently, Qi Xiu slowly walked toward Batal.
