On this day.
Someone knocked on the door of the deyun Abbey. Du Lanke and priest du, who had just arrived, opened the door.
When he opened the door, he saw that it was an old woman.
He looked tall and thin, with a sharp gaze and fair skin, but if one looked carefully, he was actually quite pretty. However, no one would notice her beauty at first sight. Instead, they would first be intimidated by her somewhat cold gaze.
Duranke was the same. He even took a step back subconsciously.
It didn't look like they had good intentions?
However, Daoist priest du was also an experienced man and would not lose his head just because of a fierce look. He quickly adjusted his expression, smiled, and nodded.
The woman's eyes fell on Dulan's face, and she asked, " "Are you Yu Qi 'an's disciple?"
"No," Daoist priest du denied.
"I knew it, Zhenzhen." The woman walked in and said, you're only a few years younger than him. How could you be his disciple? "
