Zhang Jifeng exchanged a glance with Zhang Huatian and whispered, "The number of Grand Grade masters in the world is known, so how have we never heard of one who rides a black bull? And he's shrouded in mist, his face completely hidden."
"Could it be..." Zhang Huatian's expression hardened. "Could he be related to the Life and Death Second Floors? Did he come from the South Pole or the North Pole?"
Zhang Jifeng's face changed.
The True Immortal Daoists had clearly thought of this as well. One of them asked cautiously, "May I be so bold as to ask, Fellow Daoist, where have you come from?"
From the back of the black bull, the young man's voice boomed out again from within the chaotic mist:
"From a Daoist Temple."
A Daoist Temple?
Everyone present exchanged bewildered glances. Up the mountain, in the Celestial Master's Mansion, the Old Celestial Master stroked his long beard, his eyes narrowing slightly as he murmured to himself, 'From a Daoist Temple? Interesting...'
