Qin Liu Xi followed He Ming to the Daoist Room of the Qinglan Temple Master. His disciple, Taiqing, sat cross-legged by the bamboo bed, eyes closed, muttering to himself.
"Master, Master Buqiu has arrived." He Ming stepped forward and whispered softly.
Taiqing opened his eyes, saw Qin Liu Xi, and stood up to perform a Taoist ceremony: "Brother Buqiu, you've come quickly, thank you for your trouble."
Qin Liu Xi returned the courtesy and said, "This concerns Shibo, so I dare not delay."
She stepped forward to look at the Qinglan Temple Master on the bamboo bed. His hair had turned into white silver strands, and his face was full of wrinkles, his complexion gray and his lips slightly purplish. His chest barely rose and fell, showing weakness.
Compared to the immortal figure from a few years ago, the current Qinglan Temple Master seemed on the verge of passing away.
However, as fellow cultivators, she couldn't see his life expectancy.
