Xu Bai retracted his divine soul. Other than that, he did not sense anything else unusual. However, this was a relic.
He guessed that the other party had yet to transform into a chanting god and maintained all kinds of living habits from when he was alive, so he was quietly reciting Daoist scriptures.
"Let's go take a look."
Xu Bai made up his mind and walked toward the Taoist temple.
When he arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, he knocked on the door gently. Before anyone could open the door, the door was opened by the force of his knocking.
The Taoist temple was very small, and one could see the end at a glance. Behind the door was a small courtyard, and at the end of the courtyard was the main hall.
The old Taoist priest was still sitting cross-legged on the futon. His back gave Xu Bai an unusually harmonious feeling.
