When Zhou Qing exited the mountain gate, he saw a figure dressed in white with the word "Mysterious" on his head, standing with his back facing him from afar.
Zhou Qing glanced at Elder Wuzhu, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and then stepped forward.
To say the least, ever since leaving the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, the two of them hadn't met again.
"Did you refine that 'Bad Luck Sticker'? Hand it over?" The white-robed figure still had his back to Zhou Qing and asked straightforwardly.
Upon hearing this, a flash of light appeared in Zhou Qing's hand, and an ancient, yellowed paper appeared instantly in his palm.
With a light flick of his arm, the paper shot directly towards the white-robed figure.
The white-robed Lin Jin didn't move. He simply extended his right hand and caught the paper steadily, as if casually.
Then he lifted his foot without hesitation, intending to leave.
Zhou Qing was somewhat surprised at how straightforward this person's actions were.
