Since Great Qi was founded, there had never been a shortage of strange tales and ghostly legends.
Besides the Confucian scholars in their scholar's caps who gathered in the Imperial Capital, many extraordinary people also slipped into that ancient city in secret.
Yet compared with the bustle of the Imperial Capital, a small temple several hundred li away was exceptionally quiet.
Lu Qing bid farewell to the old Daoist Zuo Liang. The wooden case on the man's back was a treasure, and he was not alone. Though they could not compare to the orthodox great sects, Lu Qing had seen the name Yellow Cloud Temple in written records.
Old Daoist Zuo Liang intended to return first and notify those from his sect who had come to meet him.
The moment the young man in tight-fitting clothes woke up, he immediately kowtowed and begged to become a disciple.
Lu Qing had not displayed his abilities, so naturally, the person the young man sought as his master was Old Daoist Zuo Liang.
Before Old Daoist Zuo Liang could react, he had already received several solid kowtows.
Watching from the side, Lu Qing understood clearly. The young man had that thread of Providence connected to him. It was hard to say whether his martial arts were good, but his aptitude for cultivation should not be poor.
When Old Daoist Zuo Liang reached out to feel his bones, had his brows not jumped upward?
"Congratulations, Daoist, on gaining such a fine disciple."
"Ah, you are too polite, too polite."
"This old man will take him and bid you farewell first."
"Very well. Take care, Daoist."
The young man in tight-fitting clothes was flushed with excitement. Before he could even react, someone seized the collar at the back of his neck, and he was carried