No one expected anyone to speak to Lin Kongxin in such a manner, and they all turned to look.
They saw an elder Taoist master with an appearance reminiscent of a celestial being, accompanied by his disciple; the speaker was his disciple.
This disciple was quite extraordinary.
The master, the elder Taoist, rode a donkey,
appearing ordinary, but the disciple was different; he was riding a horse. The disciple was only twelve years old, with a sharp mouth and sunken cheeks, his blond hair tied in the middle, wearing a black gold crown. His face appeared ghostly pale, and he was as thin as a skeleton.
He wore a black gold crown for his hair, with two short pheasant feathers, dressed in armor made from molten iron, which didn't quite match.
