Under the same moonlight.
In the southern city Temple.
Du Lanke looked at his disciple and pondered.
"According to my estimation, that was at least a vengeful spirit that was close to the ghost general in strength. He lured the little Daoist there and it was settled in one night. It seems that he, Yingluo, is quite capable." Taoist priest du said slowly.
"Master, I've said it before. Not only does he have some skills, but his skills are big and long! That little Daoist priest is really powerful!" The disciple agreed.
"Hmph, so what? Could it be longer than mine?" Hearing that his disciple had boosted his morale, Taoist master du was slightly angered.
The disciple lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.
However, he was still muttering in his heart. He knew very well how long his master was. He hadn't even seen how long the little Daoist was.
It might really be longer than master.
Of course, he didn't dare to say this in front of duranke.
