'Accepting this gift would mean owing Xuanxin Temple a favor. If something were to happen in the future, even just out of consideration for the Buddha's Six Wheels, I'd have to help them out.'
As the two of them spoke, a figure was guided to a seat not far from Shen Bai.
Shen Bai felt a gaze fall upon him. Following the line of sight, he saw a Daoist who was carefully sizing him up.
'Who's that?'
Everyone passing by, whether they were independent Jianghu People or members of a Jianghu Influence, bowed with deep respect as they went past the Daoist.
This respect had nothing to do with the Daoist's strength; to Shen Bai, their reverence seemed to come from the heart.
Wuhua sighed at the sight. "One of the nine survivors from the Celestial Purity Daoist Temple... Alas..."
Sensing there was a story there, Shen Bai voiced his question.
