The disciples from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace were extremely polite and enthusiastic.
"Zhong Yuanzi..."
As the fleet surrounded the area,
Jiang Ding meticulously and thoroughly assessed the young man in the Eight Trigrams robe, standing thousands of miles away.
His appearance was square and resolute, with an extraordinary bearing. Even just standing there, any casual posture seemed to embody immense regality, as if he were a natural-born ruler, the destined overlord of this realm.
Besides An Tuzi, this was the first time he had seen a living Taoist disciple from the Nine Great Immortal Sects.
'Brother, you smell so good...' a random thought emerged in Jiang Ding's mind.
This guy was so much better than An Tuzi.
An Tuzi was only to be seen and not touched, even a slight approach would lead him to immediately request attention from the Central Array Spirit Computer, more vigilant than a rabbit, always fleeing at the slightest whisper of danger.
Clang!
