Thud!
A shadowy figure flew all the way from afar and finally landed on the ground. It was surprisingly an elderly man with graying hair and beard, his figure somewhat lean, yet his eyes were sharp and bright.
After landing, he casually threw the two severed heads in his hands onto the ground, as if discarding some trash.
The two heads, without exception, belonged to one of Jiang Shi's former subordinates.
"Daoist Master Xuan, Daoist Master Xuan, to think you are still alive after all these years, it's truly moving."
The elderly man couldn't help but sigh softly, his voice filled with an indescribable sense of age, as if lamenting the passage of time.
In his youth, he had heard the legend of Daoist Master Xuan.
At that time, Daoist Master Xuan was a figure among the immortals, his fame spread among various forces, evoking awe and wonder.
