Luo Tianjin and the other two did not hesitate and respectfully bowed their heads in a Daoist salute.
Only then did Luoshan Hermit reveal a satisfied 'smile'.
Wang Jixuan, standing aside, understood this as well.
This Luoshan Hermit was not only tremendously formidable now, but in ancient times, he also had a commanding status.
Indeed, a single severed finger could crush eight Golden Immortals; his true body, when alive, must have been even more powerful.
'Such a Great Power was killed?'
'Good heavens, how deep is the water in the Immortal Realm?'
At this moment, Master Wang suddenly felt that his sixteen thousand years of cultivation during sleep were really insufficient.
In the courtyard's main house, amidst the elegant pavilion surrounded by flowing water, everyone took their seats in order of guest and host.
In front of the three 'young' Golden Immortals, Luoshan Hermit transformed his appearance, looking just like a gentle and graceful woman.
