Lu Qing left the Daoist Dojo.
Following his master's instructions, he went ahead.
Before long,
he had arrived outside the mountain gate.
Clouds drifted overhead.
Threads of purple qi and Fate Allotment began to emerge from a point on the horizon.
Lu Qing's brow twitched slightly.
Purple qi came from the east—a Fate Allotment phenomenon.
Judging by the sheer abundance of Fate Allotment, even the exceedingly precious Fate Allotment of a Celestial being, though wreathed in faint purple, would never display such a grand spectacle when traveling.
Lu Qing steadied his mind.
The arrival was undoubtedly a formidable expert.
Moreover, the elder his master had mentioned was most likely a senior of the Dao Sect.
"Lu Qing of the Profound Heaven Sword Lineage pays respects to Senior." Purple clouds drifted closer.
As it reached him, the figure of an old man emerged.
A White Deer carried a white-robed elder upon its back, his brows purple, his hair white, and his face hale and vigorous.
Yet what astonished Lu Qing most was that this elder possessed no Energy Flow whatsoever.
No Dao Rhyme whatsoever.
He could see the elder's true form, yet could not perceive his true intent.
What profound cultivation.
Lu Qing's heart gave a slight tremor.
The White Deer elder arrived and smiled. "You are from the Sword Lineage. They sent only you to receive me; are you perhaps the current Dao Child?"
His expression was one of considerable interest.
Hearing this, how could Lu Qing not realize that this senior's background was likely terrifyingly great?
"You overpraise me, Senior. This junior is merely a disciple of the Sword Lineage and came here on my master's orders."
"Oh?"
The White Deer elder smiled.
"My name is Qing Yazi. Since you are his disciple, you should not call me Senior."