Such a temperament can be called an earth-shattering change.
If it weren't for his unchanged face, and even the red mole in his eyebrow being the same, Qin Ming would have thought he had mistaken the person.
The most crucial point was that Qin Ming couldn't see through him; this was clearly someone with Taoist skills, yet he couldn't discern what level he's at now.
Qin Ming didn't stare at him, feeling that something was off with this person, truly strange. Even if taken as a direct disciple by an old monster with extraordinary opportunities, the change in demeanor was just too drastic, almost like a different person.
That kind of steadiness, not at all like a youngster.
Qin Ming's heart skipped a beat, inevitably overthinking.
Chixia City, adjacent to Black and White Mountain.
In Black and White Mountain, there were blood-dripping kites weaving around, guarding Liu Mo's rebirth.
