Discussing the Dao with Hongjun (Part 2) Happy National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival~

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This jade talisman, Chang Geng, Devil Ancestor, groundhog, Pangu God...

Daoist Huang Long only felt dizzy and dazed. In a muddle, he left the secret chamber, walked straight out of the cave abode, and stood beside the river, staring blankly into space.

How had happiness vanished?

Had he been coming here too often lately?

Would Mother and Chang Geng come into conflict... Chang Geng still represented the Heavenly Dao's Heavenly Court Official. His mother had narrowly escaped with her life during the heavenly punishment and now possessed only a remnant soul.

Why had things suddenly turned out like this?

True Person Huang Long let out a soft sigh. Suddenly sensing something approaching from behind, he swept out with his immortal consciousness on instinct, and his entire body stiffened for an instant.

An old Daoist in gray robes.

His face could not be seen, nor could his figure be made out. All Huang Long could sense was that the other party's aura was peaceful and upright, seemingly not that of an evil being.

Just as True Person Huang Long was about to turn around, he had already called out, "Daoist friend..."

The gray-robed old Daoist moved like the wind, pointing a finger at True Person Huang Long's back. Huang Long's Primordial Spirit was sealed in an instant. His body swayed as he toppled forward, collapsing limply onto the grass.

The gray-robed old Daoist strode forward at an unhurried pace, his form gradually changing into Huang Long's appearance.

Yet after only a few steps, the gray-robed old Daoist stopped...

All of a sudden, he felt an inexplicable urge. He lowered his head to look at Huang Long lying on the ground, and a faintly eerie smile curled across his lips.

A little while later;

The riverbank returned to calm. Huang Long,