"Brother Lu, this is..."
Yang Chan smiled and looked toward Taixuan at the side.
Taixuan hurriedly said, "Greetings, Fairy. This old man is the temple attendant who manages the Emperor's True Martial Temple."
"So you are the temple attendant, sir."
A trace of surprise flashed through Yang Chan's bright eyes, and she glanced at Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan nodded.
This fellow was Taishang's incarnation. According to the destiny Taishang had arranged for him, he should have devoted himself to cultivation, sat in the seat of True Martial, and become the True Martial Great Emperor.
But an incarnation like this, born from the reincarnation of a true spirit, meant that he possessed Taishang's memories, while during his growth he would also develop thoughts of his own.
Therefore, this fellow had made the decision himself to drop the burden and quit, giving the position of True Martial to him.
Now, he should count as a Loose Immortal with no record in the Heavenly Court and no post.
Yang Chan asked with a smile, "Temple attendant, sir, are you also someone who cultivates?"
The old man wore plain clothes, his hair and beard were gray-white, and even his figure was a little hunched. All of it looked no different from an ordinary mortal elder.
Only, his breathing carried a certain unique rhythm.
Taixuan said, "I merely know a few breathing methods taught by the Emperor. Right, I've rested enough. Emperor, Fairy, this old man will withdraw first to the front hall to receive the incense visitors."
"Mm!"
Lu Chuan said it with a stiff scalp, secretly glaring at Taixuan.
What are you doing? Once you leave, there'll only be a lone man and a lone woman left...
Taixuan patted his backside and left with a meaningful smile.
If he did not leave now,