And yet, how fortunate he was, what a great opportunity he had, to become a servant of the Taoist Ancestor!
Muxiao felt somewhat bewildered, held by a hand, and in an instant, he arrived in this small courtyard. The gray aura that had shrouded him had disappeared, revealing his true form.
What shocked him even more was that his powerful strength seemed to have vanished, untraceable to any degree.
Yet, he could still feel his own strength, which meant that his power was merely restrained.
How the other party had restrained his power, he could sense not even a trace!
In the courtyard, under a large tree, sat a young man leisurely on a chair, comfortably drinking tea and savoring pastries.
Beside him served a stunningly beautiful woman, the young man's maid.
But the young man looked ordinary, with no aura of strength, seemingly just a common man, a noble son leisurely enjoying the service of a maid.
