Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly.
Her gaze shifted and settled on the old Daoist.
He wore an ordinary Daoist robe and held a horsetail whisk in his hand.
Though his hair and beard were white and his face lean and refined, he showed not the slightest trace of an old man's frailty.
"There's no need for such courtesy, Daoist."
Jiang Yuechu didn't put on airs and returned his bow.
Though she didn't know who this old Daoist really was,
the power of his aura was unmistakable.
Seeing this, Wei He hurried forward a couple of steps and lowered his voice to introduce him. "This is Senior You Chenzi. He was once the Supreme Elder of the Pure Yang Palace."
The Pure Yang Palace?
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow.
She had heard that name before.
Liu Chen had mentioned earlier that Xu Changfeng had received guidance from the Pure Yang Palace in his younger days.
But the Pure Yang Palace was near Zhongnan Mountain, close to Chang'an. Why had this old Daoist left his secluded cultivation there to come to this godforsaken borderland?
It seemed Wei He had noticed Jiang Yuechu's confusion.
He continued, "Though Senior was an elder of the Pure Yang Palace, he was born and raised in Longyou."
"Thirty years ago, he resigned from his position as an elder of the Pure Yang Palace and returned to Longyou Circuit."
At this,
a hint of reverence appeared in Wei He's eyes.
"For these past thirty years, if not for Senior's protection, how could the demons on the Western Regions' border have stayed so well-behaved?"
Hearing this, a flicker of surprise crossed Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
"So that means..."
"Senior isn't with the imperial court?"
You Chenzi smiled slightly. "This poor Daoist is a man beyond the world and cannot abide the