Chen Shi entered the Enlightenment Temple and was greeted by a tall Daoist walking towards him, accompanied by several officials from the Huaxia Divine Continent.
"The True King has saved the collapsing edifice, sweeping away the filth of sixteen thousand years in the West Bull New Continent, truly admirable. To meet today, turns out, you're a young man."
The Daoist scrutinized Chen Shi and praised, "Even in the Divine Continent, such outstanding individuals are rare."
"Brother Daoist flatters me."
Chen Shi humbly examined this Daoist.
True Master Master looked around fifty years old, robust, with lush black hair tied in a bun, wearing a patched and tattered robe. He was unkempt, with a face full of disorderly beard, a few rebellious strands of hair at his temples, and a voice loud and powerful.
Though he stood there, his aura felt ethereal and elusive.
