Of course, in Feng Qing'an's view, the lack of malice was purely because the gap between him and the Heavenly Immortal was so vast that it could not be measured. Who would bear hostility towards a speck of dust floating beside themselves?
"I am Taoist Qingkong from the Great Profound Sect. I congratulate you, fellow daoist, on surviving the catastrophe and reclaiming Cave Sky!"
However, to Feng Qing'an's utter surprise, just as he was worried about how to handle being noticed by a Heavenly Immortal, a gentle, cultured, and magnetic male voice resonated by his ear.
Involuntarily, a figure appeared in his mind - a Taoist holding a feather duster, dressed in a jade green robe, a jade clasp in his hair. His age was indiscernible; at first glance, he seemed young, but a sense of vicissitudes from countless ages was visible.
"...."
