The Dung Beetle of the True Immortal Realm

He had originally been nothing more than a handyman disciple, someone a sect elder like him would not normally spare a second glance.

But this handyman disciple was different from the ordinary ones.

He did not nod and scrape before everyone he met.

On the contrary, he carried an unusual air about him.

It was precisely that distinctive air that made him casually glance at the handyman disciple.

As the saying went, in this mortal world, no story came without coincidence.

That single glance left Wang Yue rooted to the spot as though struck by lightning.

Because the handyman disciple's still somewhat youthful face was simply too familiar to him.

It had even been lingering in his mind without pause just a moment ago.

He never could have imagined that the senior who had saved his elder brother from the depths of fire and water would appear here.

And be wearing the clothes of a handyman disciple from their sect.

"Wang Yue pays his respects to Senior."

Wang Yue practically took a single stride forward and rushed over to greet him.

Clearly.

This disciple was Su Bai, who had just walked out of Yi Feng's courtyard.

Faced with Wang Yue suddenly charging over, Su Bai raised his head and glanced at him.

"Oh, it's you. What a coincidence."

"Yeah, yeah, what a coincidence." Wang Yue answered excitedly, then voiced the question in his heart. "But Senior, why are you here?"

"And also..."

At this point, Wang Yue swept his gaze over Su Bai from head to toe and cautiously said, "You're even wearing the uniform of a handyman disciple from our Tianyun Sect?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Su Bai looked at him and said, "I was originally just a handyman of Tianyun Sect. Can't I wear the clothes of a