Upon a closer look, Xiao Mu was taken aback once again.
The Daoist had a peach wood sword strapped to his back. Regardless if it was the peach wood sword on the Daoist's back, the Yin-Yang Taoist robe he was wearing, the Bagua mirror on his chest, or the duster in his hand, all of them were treasures. They emitted a faint spiritual light on their surfaces, clearly different from the ordinary.
Xiao Mu was left speechless in amazement. This Daoist was too incredible. Where did he gather so many treasures?
Therefore, he couldn't resist but to halt his steps, awaiting the Daoist's arrival.
"Hm?"
The Daoist quickly noticed Xiao Mu waiting for him in the distance, his face immediately clouding over in displeasure. He shot Xiao Mu a fierce stare while simultaneously shaking his duster, entering into a defensive posture.
"Good day, Daoist!"
Seeing this, Xiao Mu hastily greeted, he didn't want this Daoist to misunderstand.
"Hello!"
