The clear blue sky and bright sun were suddenly overshadowed by dark clouds.
On a cold and clear street, a strong wind whipped, making a Daoist robe flutter noisily.
Zhang Fan was in a daze, watching the approaching Daoist from afar, his figure was gaunt and appeared incongruous under the large Daoist robe. His aura was even more peculiar, with the surrounding air seemingly twisting.
Li Chengge, looking at the newcomer, couldn't help but let his hand resting on Zhang Fan's shoulder tremble.
Zhang Fan's curiosity deepened, wondering who the newcomer was to cause even the Lao Mountain Sect Leader to lose his composure.
"Ming Shenshou!"
Li Chengge's expression was solemn as he uttered a name Zhang Fan had never heard before.
"Sect Leader Li, your memory is impressive, remembering me."
The gaunt Daoist in the wide robe grinned lightly, his demeanor wild and unrestrained.
"Of course, I remember you..."
"Lord of the Red Palace, Ming Shenshou!"
