The Mysterious Old Daoist

Yuan Tian had to think of another excuse, because even he felt the one he had just given was rather clumsy. But who could blame him? In his previous life, he had been a thoroughgoing shut-in, not good at dealing with people. This life was even worse. At least in his previous life, he had a whole pile of classmates; in this life, he seemed to have only Pang Heng as a lackey. Asking him to come up with an excuse now was truly making things difficult for him. Just as Yuan Tian was still agonizing over an excuse, Luohou seemed to be growing impatient, on the verge of flying into a rage. Then his savior arrived. A voice rang out beside Yuan Tian and Luohou's ears. It had clearly come from a great distance away, yet by the time it reached them, an old daoist had already appeared at their side. "Hehe, young friend Star, fellow Daoist Luohou, this humble daoist greets you!"

The old daoist had white hair and a long silver-white beard. One look at his features made the meaning of "crane-haired and child-faced" perfectly clear. He wore a gray daoist robe and held a silver-white whisk, carrying himself with the bearing of an immortal. He was a real-life Taibai Jinxing, and his appearance was clearly far more impressive than Yuan Tian's and Luohou's.

Seeing this old daoist, Yuan Tian could not help sighing. He had finally encountered someone who actually looked like an immortal. The other people Yuan Tian had met—the White Tiger Clan expert, the Explosive Bear Clan expert, Po Hun, and Luohou before him—were all unquestionably powerful, practically all solidly at Immortal Level or above. But as for looking like immortals, Yuan Tian did not even want to mention it. In any case, he