"Qiulong Temple, Fan Wu." Faced with the irritated questioning of the Sanjie Taoist, Fan Wu did not choose to hide, but instead frankly stated his name and identity, simply revealing them.
Qiulong Temple?
Fan Wu?
The Sanjie Taoist strained to search through the memories in his withered brain but found that he simply could not recall whether there was such a Taoist Temple within Nanjun of Great Zhou.
Could it be some obscure local shrine?
Impossible!
How could such an unheard of local shrine possibly nurture such a terrifying Taoist?
Although the Taoist before him, named Fan Wu, was far from matching the prime of his, the Sanjie Taoist's, peak.
But this man was very young!
Young to an alarming extent!
The Sanjie Taoist could clearly see that Fan Wu's age definitely did not surpass thirty years, he even wondered if this Qiulong Temple's Fan Wu was even twenty-five yet.
What was he, the Sanjie Taoist, doing at twenty-five years old?
