"I choose..."
In the solemn and reverent Daoist temple, there was absolute silence, only the clear voice of the young man could be heard.
Under everyone's earnest gaze, he seemed to give his answer without much thought.
"Houtu Hall!"
At that moment, all eyes turned to Qing Lan Fairy.
Zhan Bingtao frowned slightly, but then his brows relaxed, and he even seemed quite pleased.
In contrast, Hui Yuanhong, who was also in the realm of a Great Cultivator, was somewhat displeased, "Youngster, you should think clearly. Although the Houtu Hall Master is beautiful, she has the least years of cultivation among us."
"Hmph!" Qing Lan Fairy let out a soft snort, clearly dissatisfied with the old man's comment on appearance.
Zhang Bairen on the opposite side picked up the conversation, "Master Grey is quite right; Qing Lan Fairy's cultivation time is ultimately too short, mostly spent receiving others' teachings, so how could she be meticulously instructing you?"
