The astonishment on his face revealed just how confused and baffled Patriarch Liu currently felt.
He first glanced at his old friend's expression and could tell that his friend's mood was incredibly tumultuous, as if he had encountered some formidable being.
And then... he followed his old friend's gaze and laid eyes on Fan Wu.
"Daoist Fan Wu..." Patriarch Liu murmured these four words to himself in a voice only he could hear.
Was the person standing behind Liu Feng a Daoist? He was so tall, much taller than the people of the Great Yan Dynasty.
His friend was a renowned Envoy of the Great Yan Dynasty, an elder statesman in the Imperial Court.
To be addressed as a Daoist Priest by his friend... surely he must be one of those white-haired, celestial-looking Daoists?
But the Daoist before him wore no Daoist Robe and didn't look at all like a Daoist; he resembled more of a warrior, and was even excessively young.
Such a peculiar, young Daoist was an acquaintance of his friend?
