The atmosphere in front of the shrine was somewhat uncanny.
A person was leaning onto his car and smoking leisurely, while a crowd of people was surrounding him with hostile expressions on their faces.
One minute passed…
Two minutes passed…
No one moved. All the people held their breaths, eager to see if that person would stop pretending after three minutes.
On a mountain not far away, two figures were lying with their stomachs on the ground, holding binoculars and looking in the direction of the shrine.
Both of them looked excited.
Taoist Master Qing Xu grinned and said, "Haha! Fellow Cultivator Tang... no, I mean, Little Brother is such a great actor. Those whelps are clueless."
"That's amazing! He looks like me in the past!" Taoist Master Qing Xu slapped his thigh uproariously.
Taoist Master Qian Ji was also beaming with joy. "Fellow Cultivator Tang is a talented actor indeed!"
Soon, three minutes passed.
