Right at this moment,
the door of that Heaven No.1 private room creaked open,
a few tall, strapping men walked out from inside, and the officer Wei Hong, whom Lin Xuankong had seen before, was following behind them. Walking at the very front was an old man who looked about sixty or seventy, with grizzled hair. This old man was wearing a dark-blue Daoist Robe, holding a duster in his hand, looking quite like a transcendent, immortal-like figure!
But when Lin Xuankong carefully probed, he was suddenly able to sense that the earlier fluctuation of Demonic Qi was precisely emitted by this old Daoist. And although this old Daoist did not carry that kind of bloody, murderous Evil Qi of someone who cultivated the Blood Spirit Technique, he faintly exuded a trace of lewd, depraved aura!
