The elder who sat cross-legged on the spot, gripping the Taoist Technique in madness, jerked his body slightly when his head was tapped, coming to his senses. He slowly opened his eyes to see Chen Qiu squatting before him with a kind expression. Scanning the surroundings, only the two of them remained.
What had happened became clear to him in an instant.
No more golden Array Talismans floated out from within his body, and with trembling lips and a frail voice, he whispered, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for sparing my life."
After that, he dared not delay any longer and immediately transformed into a white light that vanished from the spot, clearly having left the Secret Realm.
Chen Qiu watched the elder leave without making a move, simply revealing a rather gentle smile.
"Taixu Temple."
He had seen the name of the elder's sect embroidered on his garments.
Good, this Taixu Temple is worth a visit.
