Qingling Taoist Temple.
Dong dong dong.
The Qingling Taoist, gradually regaining his composure from the erosion of the Spirit, suddenly heard a knock on the door.
He only slightly tidied his appearance, then spoke calmly.
"Come in."
Creak.
Accompanied by the sound of the door being pushed open, it was none other than Lei Qingzi, his current sole Direct Disciple, who entered.
Qingling Taoist's attitude towards Lei Qingzi was still quite good. Others simply lacked strength, and didn't do anything wrong.
"Master."
As Lei Qingzi saluted, Qingling Taoist looked calmly at this Direct Disciple.
From the initial joy of discovering a kindred spirit to accepting the disciple's mediocrity, Qingling Taoist's mindset had quietly changed a long time ago.
Seeing Lei Qingzi at this moment, although his heart inevitably stirred a little, he had long reconciled with himself.
