Su Wusi flipped over and retreated, coldly looking towards the sky, his eyes flashing as he whispered, "On the Nanzhou Continent, there are countless tribes, but there are only a few Taoist sects. And now, the Taoist who has come to this place, with such profound and unfathomable cultivation, it seems that it can only be Feng Lingzi of the Wuwei Daoist Temple!"
"Hehe, I didn't expect Brother Su Wusi to still remember this old man."
At this moment, a dry, thin old man holding a dust whisk, wearing a Taoist robe, with a green sword on his back, a goatee on his chin, and a Taoist crown on his head, walked leisurely down from the sky, step by step to stand in front of Ning, opposite Su Wusi, always maintaining a slight smile on his face.
