Beside the old Daoist, branches and leaves shone green, and ginseng leaves stretched out in vast swathes from the ground, blotting out the daylight.
Only a deep, dense shade remained, impenetrable to wind and rain.
Hearing this muttering, a finger-long wisp of plant essence suddenly drifted up from beneath the old Daoist's feet and circled once in the air.
As the vapor dissipated,
it took on Ancestor Fu Can's appearance.
Standing on no ceremony, he sprang up with practiced ease and landed on the old Daoist's shoulder, asking in puzzlement:
"Hot-tempered? Who's hot-tempered?"
Ancestor Fu Can, looking like a tiny old man, shaded his eyes with one hand and looked around, but noticed nothing unusual. Turning back, he asked in confusion:
"Have you lost your wits? Going senile? No one's fighting here. Whose quarrel are you going to break up?"
His true body was a Great Zaiyan Ginseng, exceedingly rare even among immortal herbs, which the Grand Talisman Palace's fourth-generation sect leader had specially sought out from the void beyond the heavens.
Only after being steeped in the purest Dao nature for countless years had he gradually developed the root of an origin spirit.
Once his intelligence had grown somewhat, he had read through talisman classics and spell books. Through fortunate circumstances, he had even learned as many as half of the Grand Talisman Palace's forty-nine Shangqing True Talismans.
It could be said that as long as he remained within Yangrang Mountain, using his immortal-herb body to take advantage of the terrain,
Ancestor Fu Can's abilities
could almost rival those of a Pure Yang True Lord of the orthodox Immortal Dao!
Yet even so,
when he followed the old Daoist's earlier gaze and looked,
he still saw nothing but emptiness, without the slightest abnormality...
The old Daoist shot him a