「The next day.」
Daoist School Street.
"Master Jiu, Master Jiu, slow down!"
Zhao Jiu walked all the way to the end of the street. Elder Liang panted beside him, sweating profusely as he followed, glancing left and right like a thief.
It wasn't his fault, though.
After all, every reputable Daoist School on this street with its doors open had seen them march straight in as if they owned the place, making a beeline for the Celestial Blade Daoist School...
The stares they received were sharp enough to devour a man. For an Immortal Robe Martial Artist in his seventies or eighties, the palpable pressure felt like needles on his back.
But Zhao Jiu was a different story.
