Near the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven in the Eastern Wasteland, Yang Qing walked at an unhurried pace. After some time, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.
Ahead of him stood a plump Daoist with a ruddy complexion. He looked somewhat bloated, yet he moved as swiftly as the wind and seemed remarkably nimble.
The plump Daoist seemed to have noticed something. Riding a divine rainbow, he rose into the air and shot rapidly in a certain direction.
Very soon, the plump Daoist found his target. Riding the divine rainbow, he swooped down and charged toward a young man.
The young man looked extraordinary and valiant. He held a bluish-green dagger in his hand and was carefully examining it.
The plump Daoist's target was precisely that bluish-green dagger. He raised his hand to seize it, but in the next moment, he froze.
At some point, someone had appeared beside him and was now gripping his wrist.
"Who are you?" Duan De asked warily.
Without him noticing, this person had approached his side and accurately seized his wrist.
Could this be an ordinary person?
When he carefully examined the person before him, he was startled. He could not see through this person at all.
It was like a deep pool whose depths he could not discern. Yet that alone was enough to explain everything.
"A gentleman does not take what another loves. Why must Daoist trouble a junior?" Yang Qing said with a smile.
As he looked at the plump Daoist before him, his profound gaze pierced into the Daoist's body, where he saw four pure white marks.
At his current realm, logically speaking, nothing in this world should have been capable of moving him.
Yet upon seeing those four white marks, he still sensed endless mysteries within them and gained quite