"Yes." Xu Zimo nodded calmly.
"I am responsible for guarding the Myriad Treasures Pavilion."
"Guarding the Myriad Treasures Pavilion?" The White-haired Old Man chuckled.
He said, "Little friend, this matter seems a bit too big for you."
"How should I address you?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Call me the White Tiger Elder," the old man replied with a light laugh.
He gently stroked his beard, wearing an earnest, long-winded expression.
"This title is far too ancient. Perhaps you have never even heard of it."
"Indeed, I haven't," Xu Zimo nodded.
Just as Xu Zimo and the old man were speaking, two more figures arrived through the air from afar.
"Brother Half Moon, it seems I arrived before you this time."
A burst of laughter rang out from nearby.
"True Man Pudu, you cannot swallow the Myriad Treasures Pavilion all by yourself. Why not join forces with us?"
"Your Crescent Empire certainly has quite the appetite. Still, since everyone is cooperating in an alliance this time, joining hands is no problem.
"But the items in the Myriad Treasures Pavilion must be chosen by me first."
The two chatted and laughed as they descended here.
True Man Pudu wore a white robe. His features carried the appearance of a buddha statue, yet also held a somewhat demonic allure.
It was said that Buddha had thirty-two aspects.
At times fierce and baleful, at times gentle, at times savage.
Perhaps this was what people meant by the myriad faces of the world.
True Man Pudu's features were ever-changing, and a string of Buddhist beads hung around his neck.
Purple auspicious clouds supported his feet.
Meanwhile, the Half Moon Sage beside him looked rather effeminate.
He resembled a woman.
There was a moon insignia between his brows. He wore a magnificent moon-colored robe, upon which the