Upon hearing the White Lotus Sect elder's question, the disciple wore a bitter expression and could only recount how they wanted to kill and rob the treasure.
The elder's face turned increasingly somber as he listened, and when the disciple finished speaking, he scolded: "Useless!"
After berating, he turned his head to look at Zhang Chen, as if wanting to engrave Zhang Chen's appearance and features firmly into his mind.
Though Zhang Chen was clad in coarse cloth and his hair lazily tied together, he possessed a certain charisma, his eyes unyieldingly meeting the gaze of the old Daoist.
"I am Sanzhu of the White Lotus Sect, may I inquire this young master's respectable name?" The old Daoist suddenly bowed towards Zhang Chen.
"We are all just wandering the martial world, no need to have ever met, I'm not interested in you," Zhang Chen replied, smiling brightly. He wasn't foolish enough to give his name for the White Lotus Sect to pursue him.
