To be honest, Fang Yu was a bit surprised.
This person, who looked like a big shot, turned out to be just like Monk Quan Heng, merely a Thousand Blood Body.
"Qingling... Daoist?"
Fang Yu greeted and spoke out.
"Are you, perhaps, a refugee, Diao Deyi?"
A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and then Daoist Qingling slowly stood up and turned around to face Fang Yu.
Daoist Qingling, wearing a Taoist robe and with his head crowned by a Daoist Temple, along with long beard and hair, actually exuded a somewhat immortal and ethereal aura.
"Yes."
Fang Yu lowered his head.
"If I'm not mistaken, there should be quite a few people who want to recruit you today."
It was only the Ke Family, the Qing Family, and then the Qingling Taoist Temple.
Fang Yu was just thinking about this when he suddenly realized something was off.
