"Let me introduce."
The elderly woman Bai Huan smiled and said, "Young Hero Li, this is Master Xiaoyue from Shuiyue Temple of Qingcheng Mountain."
"Master Xiaoyue, this is Young Hero Li. Without his escort, we wouldn't have made it to Chengdu."
"Greetings, Master Xiaoyue."
Li Yan cupped his hands in salute, neither humble nor arrogant.
Though Shuiyue Temple is at the base of Qingcheng Mountain, it is not Red Dust Temple, but a place for the female Kun Dao practitioners of Qingcheng Mountain.
Master Xiaoyue is not only an elder of Qingcheng Mountain, but also a renowned figure of the righteous path in Shu's Mystical Sect.
Even in Ezhou, one has heard of her name.
"Young Hero Li's name, I have long heard of it."
Master Xiaoyue's demeanor was relatively nice, she smiled and said, "Several months ago, brother Yu Chanzi, the Wudang Sect Master, personally wrote a letter and sent someone to Qingcheng Mountain, asking us to look after you."
Li Yan was somewhat surprised by this.
