Putting on a Show Before Taishang

It was a group of young people, fifteen or sixteen of them, carrying all kinds of weapons—clubs, knives, forks, bows and arrows.

The people on the street automatically opened two paths for them, watching as they headed out of the city.

The white-haired young man looked very refined. At that moment, he was following behind that group of young people together with the common folk.

With a head of white hair, he was extremely conspicuous in the crowd, so Lu Chuan spotted him at a glance.

"Brother, please hold!"

Lu Chuan smiled at the young man. Hearing him, the young man stopped and looked him up and down, then suddenly showed a startled expression and hurriedly cupped his hands. "Sir, please speak."

Lu Chuan pointed at the two of them and smiled. "You and I have never met before, and right now I'm the one with something to ask you, Brother. Why are you being so courteous?"

The young man said solemnly, "I have heard it said that there are immortals in this world, transcending the ordinary and shedding the dust, unlike those of the mortal world. Today, seeing Sir's handsome and extraordinary bearing, your immortal air and bones of the Dao, elegant and untainted by dust, I imagine that even if you are not an immortal, you must be a virtuous gentleman who has attained the Dao."

Lu Chuan looked at him, his expression turning slightly odd.

It seemed this person had yet to awaken the divine abilities and memories of the Heavenly Venerable Moral, and was still little different from an ordinary mortal. To receive such praise from the future Taishang Dao Ancestor—this trip truly had not been in vain.

"You flatter me, Brother."

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "I'm currently traveling the four directions. Seeing everyone in