Daoist priest Yi Qing was very dignified. Although the green-robed Daoist priest with a beard was a little unconvinced, he did not speak any more nonsense after he was reprimanded.
"Senior brother, be careful." A Daoist priest holding a sword on the other side of Daoist priest Yi Qing reminded.
From a distance, Mister Xuan Miao had a smile on his face. However, since everyone had interacted with him for many years, they knew that this Parliament elder from the East Qin clan had honey in his mouth but a sword in his heart.
"We're from the Tianyi Daoist sect."
As Daoist Yi Qing spoke, everyone's eyes fell on song qingxiao and the Tianyi Daoist school.
The clans in the human realm upon heavens all had their own unique characteristics.
Song qingxiao had already recognized the leaders of the Tianyi Daoist school through the copper-coin sword that the seal cultivator had given her.
The shadows of the living souls in the sword were Yi Qing and the others.
