"You are the Flying Immortal Pot?"
Although Qi Xiu had long speculated about the appearance of this sacred artifact, upon hearing the old man, with his hollow eyes and face full of sores, claim to be the "Flying Immortal Pot" that the Sect Master instructed him to find, Qi Xiu still showed a trace of surprise.
Seeming to have guessed Qi Xiu's reaction, the old man, claiming to be the Flying Immortal Pot, let out a hoarse laugh:
"You are surprised that the legendary Alchemical Dao Divine Instrument looks like this, aren't you?"
Disregarding the old man's slightly mocking tone, Qi Xiu responded with a candid smile:
"It is indeed somewhat unexpected. Seeing your venerable appearance, anyone would be taken aback."
Stunned by Qi Xiu's frank words, the old man raised his sunken eyes, looking at the young Daoist before him:
"You, young one, are quite bold with your words.
To traverse the Red Lotus Karmic Fire with the presence of a Dao Body, you indeed have some skills.
