Li Zhu's words seemed to be meteorites falling from the sky, setting off huge tsunami waves in the hearts of the audience, but the scene fell into a strange silence.
Without any prior agreement, all the people turned their eyes to the Taoist Reverend, who was wearing a lotus headdress and a black robe with golden embroideries.
Just as how the monks usually wouldn't speak of their real names, one would not question the Taoist priests their age out of respect for their dedication. The old man had been sitting in the position of the Taoist Reverend for a really long time. And at this moment, he was looking down on Li Zhu.
The shock was excessive to the bystanders, and a deafening silence echoed throughout the arena and the audience stands.
"Taoist Reverend… is Wang Qing?!" Li Xianyu muttered quietly, as though all his strength had left his body.
