'To wear out your iron shoes in a fruitless search, only to stumble upon it without any effort.'
Gu Zhao had wanted to quote the proverb, but he felt it was inappropriate since he hadn't even started looking yet.
The Five Thunders Order had confirmed the old Daoist's qualifications, and in turn, Gu Zhao now confirmed the old Daoist's identity.
It was clearly Taoist True Qi, yet it was laced with wisps of Yin Qi. This Yin Qi, however, wasn't sinister or cold. On the contrary, it carried an air of majesty and solemnity, exuding a stern and righteous aura.
This wasn't the energy of a malevolent spirit, but that of a king of the Netherworld.
'No doubt about it. A Daoist from the Fengyue Sect!'
Just the day before yesterday, Taoist Ming Yu had told Gu Zhao that the Northern Emperor Sect and the Fengyue Sect were the outliers of the Taoist Sect. One was exceedingly bloodthirsty, while the other was brimming with Yin Qi. At first glance, neither seemed like good people.
