Modern people chase fame and fortune, and even when visiting a Taoist temple to burn incense, it is only to seek benefits. This place is devoid of any fame, so who would have reason to come.
What surprised him a little was, he did not feel any powerful vibrations here. He felt somewhat puzzled, what kind of place was this? The flying sword he had been chasing for so long had disappeared without a trace.
He didn't know if it had been retrieved by its master, or was still hidden in the dark, ready to slice him at any moment.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a loud voice came from the Taoist temple in the distance: "We have a guest. Why don't you take a seat inside the temple?"
The man who spoke had a deep and lasting breath, his voice was profound as a bells chime, piercingly powerful.
"He is a cultivator!"
In an instant, Xiao Qiang realized that this person was extraordinary and walked in confidently.
