Zhao Yuanlang didn't hesitate to agree to his proposal.
Di Yelei didn't respond, but instead crouched and sneaked for a while before standing up and walking boldly to the Taoist temple's door to knock.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sound of knocking was particularly loud in the quiet valley.
Almost at the first sound of the door, the elder Daoist inside the temple suddenly opened his eyes.
A green light flashed quickly in his eyes, then vanished.
"Has it finally come? Thirty years! This poor Daoist has been waiting for you for thirty full years. This time, I will not allow any mistakes to happen. Never!"
Di Yelei knocked for quite a while and patiently waited for a moment before faint sounds came from inside.
"Who's there?"
An old voice rang out.
"Taoist master, I'm a hunter from the Upper Village. I want to come in and have some water. Is it possible?"
