"That's all." Zhuang Ming collected the magic weapon, turned around and left.

"Okay, just in case." The old man said immediately, but said helplessly: "We are all cultivators, how come we are just like selling chicken, duck, fish and meat in the mundane world, where you come and go?"

"That's how I started my career." Zhuang Ming waved his sleeves and said in an understatement.

"You can't tell by looking at your face." The old man exhaled and said, "Actually, it doesn't do much good to have your white jade ruler. I just want to make you my friend..."

"good……"

Zhuang Ming laughed.

The old man gave a salute and put his palms in his sleeves.

And his palms were already covered with sweat.

This young man seems to have a dull aura, and he doesn't even look like a practitioner.

But the robe he wore was extraordinary.

Although there was no mark of the Guiyuan Sect, he had seen such a robe.

This is the handiwork of the Supreme Elder of the Guiyuan Sect. It is woven with Tianyun silk and was personally refined and engraved with runes by the Supreme Elder of the Zhenxuan level.

The last time he saw a similar robe, he was still working as a handyman disciple in the sect. He was the head disciple of the Guiyuan Sect. He had made great achievements and was given a robe by the sect leader.
Chapter completed!