"Fellow Daoist Tang!"
Meng Changtu cupped his hands in greeting from a distance.
Looking up, Chen Che saw a man dressed in a Daoist Robe with white hair and a long beard. A white duster was draped over his arm, making him look like a transcendent old master walking the mortal world.
He crossed a hundred zhang with a single step, arriving before the two of them in just a few breaths.
"Uncle Tang!"
Chen Che cupped his hands.
Tang Youliang, a Fourth Level Cultivator.
He had known Meng Changtu for over forty years, and it was he who had relayed the news about Sun Hao.
He had helped Meng Changtu quite a bit in the past, and for the last few days, he had been the one keeping an eye on Sun Hao.
Tang Youliang glanced at Chen Che, his displeasure evident. "Didn't I tell you? The target is incredibly cunning. I almost got discovered several times while tracking him. Why did you bring someone else along?"
Meng Changtu was at a loss for words.
