Huang Xiaolong looked up and saw, in the main hall of the Supreme Clear Palace, sitting on the master seat at the top was a middle-aged man, legs wide apart, showing a majestic posture.
This man was dressed as a scholar, wearing a loose long robe, with a temperament that was very archaic and peculiar. He looked just like a sage educating the world in a painting, venerable and esteemed. Moreover, his aura was in perfect harmony with the surrounding heaven and earth.
Huang Xiaolong nodded slightly. This person was none other than Master Zhang!
In fact, Huang Xiaolong had heard of Master Zhang's name for a long time. After entering the city, the evil demons and heretical Taoists he encountered were basically Master Zhang's disciples, but they all died at Huang Xiaolong's hands.
In fact, it was clear that Huang Xiaolong was Master Zhang's enemy!
