Three Origins Daoist Temple.
The Yellow Robed Daoist breathed his last.
At that moment, Bai Luoyu and Su Zhi also suppressed the turmoil in their hearts.
Bai Luoyu also took out an elixir pill and swallowed it.
As his Blood Qi circulated through his body, his complexion immediately improved greatly.
He slowly rose and looked at the Daoist who had already breathed his last.
"Prefect Su, can you recognize which sect or faction this Daoist came from?"
Su Zhi shook her head. "I can't tell!"
From the very first moment she had exchanged blows with the Yellow Robed Daoist, she had been secretly sizing up the characteristics on his person.
But apart from a Daoist robe, and the Spirit Invocation Art he had mastered indicating that he was someone of the Daoist School, no other part of him revealed any information.
Even after looking him over, she could not see any identity.
"Jiang, what do you think?" Bai Luoyu stepped forward and came to Jiang Ning's side, looking at the seated Daoist who had breathed his last.
Jiang Ning shook his head. "If the two of you, with your experience, can't tell, then I'm even less able to tell! But one thing can be certain: this Daoist should have come from one of those several top Daoist School sects."
"In this era, with Daoist arts so extraordinary and talent so outstanding, yet he came to a small place like this to do such a thing. Clearly, within the force he belonged to, his status didn't count as particularly high."
As he finished speaking, Jiang Ning's gaze turned toward the altar suspended three feet above the ground.
Under the ripple effects of the brief exchange between Su Zhi and the Yellow Robed Daoist just now, that altar still remained steady.
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