chapter 118 Xu Changsheng

At the foot of Qingyang Peak, under an ancient pine tree.

The man in green shirt sat cross-legged.

He looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a handsome and gentle face. He wore a green robe and a tall crown, and looked completely like a Taoist.

He held an ancient book in his hand and a long sword hung from his waist, giving him an extraordinary temperament.

Not far behind him, there were dozens of inner disciples, standing by respectfully,...