"I break a pine branch to make a mountain staff, shaking it as I step high into the sky, entering the clouds dreaming of the mortal world, not knowing what the immortals are in this world."
A clear voice came from behind the crowd, Lu Zheng and the others turned around, and saw a tall, upright Daoist striding forward, with a backpack slung over his back, holding a broad sword in his hand, his face square and his eyes like stars, looking at Lu Zheng and the others with curiosity and scrutiny.
"Infinite Celestial Venerable!" The Daoist bowed, "You all seem not to be townsfolk?"
Lu Zheng cupped his hands, "Traveling for leisure and sightseeing, just arrived here, seeing it is late, I'm looking for a place to stay for the night."
The Daoist saw the four were not locals, yet carried no luggage, their faces healthy, clothes clean, as if just strolling in the city, he knew the four were not ordinary people, and moreover...
