Yuzhou.
On the busy street, origin Lord Bingyi led her disciple li Miaozhen into an Inn under the surprised gazes of the passersby.
On the wall outside the inn, there was a painting of a nine-petaled Lotus.
Li Miaozhen was led into the inn, and origin Lord Bingyi stopped in the lobby. Her light-colored eyes slowly swept across the second floor, as if she was looking for something.
A few seconds later, she held her disciple's hand, walked through the lobby, and went up the stairs.
"Dong Dong!"
She knocked on the door of a certain room with a clear purpose.
Squeak ~
The door opened silently and Li Miaozhen saw the scene in the room at a glance. The furnishings were simple and a middle-aged Taoist was sitting cross-legged on the bed. He had a thin face and a long beard that reached his chest.
"Senior brother Xuancheng."
Origin Lord Bingyi called out with a cold expression.
"Martial uncle Xuancheng!"
