It was almost at this moment.
Located in the Central Prefecture, amongst some mountains, a simple and unadorned Taoist temple stood. A figure in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged, eyes closed, on an ancient pine, his body swaying with the tree.
This was none other than the Master Xuantian, one of the most elite Celestial Masters of the present age!
Not far from Master Xuantian, an old Taoist in shabby, unkempt clothes was pouring wine from a bronze wine pot into his mouth, with a pile of copper coin turtle shells in front of him.
His gaze was fixed on those copper coin turtle shells, occasionally scratching his head, seemingly very bewildered.
"Strange, strange, how can the heavenly numbers be so chaotic..."
"This is unusual. Something major must be happening. Senior brother, do you have any idea?"
The old Taoist pulled at his ragged and uneven beard several times before he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Master Xuantian on the ancient pine.
