The newcomer had white hair and a youthful face, laughing merrily, his eyes as innocent and carefree as a child's.
Yet Lin Lang sensed that his true qi was exceptionally profound. In particular, his voice had arrived before he did, and his movement technique resembled the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Wild Goose Skill, but was far faster than Qiu Chuji's. Lin Lang immediately knew who he was.
He was Zhou Botong, junior brother to Wang Chongyang, the founding patriarch of the Quanzhen Sect, known throughout the jianghu as the Old Urchin.
By this reckoning, the man was already over ninety, yet remained nimble and vigorous. These Daoists really were skilled in nurturing their health. Zhang Sanfeng was over a hundred and still showed not the slightest sign of declining strength.
"Zhou Botong, I didn't trick the Divine Condor into leaving. I'm just staying here with it for a while to wait for Brother Yang. What brings you here?"
Zhou Botong suddenly appeared right in front of Lin Lang, his face almost pressed against his. "Who are you? How do you know me when I don't know you?"
He had previously roamed the world for fun, visiting Mongol Yuan, Great Sui, Great Ming, and even the Western Regions and Great Liao-everywhere except Dali. Some time ago, Quanzhen disciples had searched everywhere for him, saying that their sect leader, Qiu Chuji, had been beaten to death by people from the Sun Moon Demon Cult and that several disciples had also been captured. Only then had he returned to oversee the Quanzhen Sect.
He had been about to head to Blackwood Cliff to ask what had happened when several Quanzhen disciples returned, escorted by men sent by Zhang Wuji, the cult leader of the Western Regions Ming Cult. He also learned that Qiu Chuji