Wu Tian had never understood the Human Daoist Sect; this little sect, even if it was a Seven-Star power, how could it possibly have Cultivation of Demonic Heart by Dao?
But the moment he saw the old Sect Master, everything became clear.
"The old Sect Master has arrived, kneel!"
Just then, the Eight Gate Elders spoke in unison, and the Human Daoist Sect's disciples all dropped to their knees one by one.
Seeing this, Wu Tian's brows furrowed tightly.
The little guy was completely stunned, and muttered blankly, "Taoists? Are those really Taoists?"
On one side of the street, a group of Taoists walked over, and in the very center there was a ten-meter-high, ox-drawn, gold-plated carriage.
On top of the carriage, there was a Tai Chi Diagram, black and white.
But the white was platinum.
The black was obsidian gold.
A Daoist Tai Chi Diagram, yet it exuded a stench of wealth and ostentation.
"Long live the old Sect Master, long live, long live!"
