"Who exactly are you?"
After entering the room, Xuan Shang stared intently at Qing Yu, his aura brooding but unexpressed, firmly locking on this white-haired Taoist who had appeared from nowhere.
"Have you not already guessed, Daoist brother Xuan Shang?" Qing Yu revealed a cryptic smile, he said.
"You're Qing Yu? No, that's impossible..."
Xuan Shang actually hoped that this person really was Qing Yu, but his rational mind told him that such a thing should be impossible.
Even if Qing Yu had started his cultivation after being sent to Beicang Mountain, he shouldn't have reached the True Pill Realm. If the True Pill Realm were so easy to achieve, ninety percent of the martial artists in the world would feel the urge to kill.
Yet, emotionally, Xuan Shang felt that it could be true. If it were true, that would be wonderful.
