Jiang Ding no longer indulged in wild thoughts and focused his gaze on the Taoist in the starry robe.
Immortal Da'ai.
This person seemed somewhat familiar; he gained fame during the Golden Core Stage, forming a Righteous Army within the territories of the Great Sun Sword Sect just like Blood Cloud did, persisting for a long time before being defeated, also once a figure akin to the Northern Plains' elites.
At this moment, a memory from a few hundred years ago was transmitted to Jiang Ding through a clone that had a sixth-order Concealment Talisman from the Xianmen Sect.
'In this person, especially deep within the Divine Soul, I sensed a certain rotten, bloody odor…'
Jiang Ding recalled the intel from his Concealment clone.
This person had met with his clone before, and the impression was profound.
Jiang Ding fell into contemplation.
Immortal Da'ai maintained a respectful posture of salutation for seven consecutive days.
"Junior Da'ai, greets Tushan Heavenly Monarch!"
