lt;Mister Venerableg

One of the two figures shrouded in blood-red light, revealed only a pair of sinister triangular eyes. His whole body emanated an ominous demonic aura, hardly resembling a benevolent being. Gritting his teeth, he carefully pulled out a golden talisman from his bosom. The runes on it were ancient and obscure, with spiritual energy condensing within them.,On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,The boy was probably around fourteen or fifteen years old. He was handsome and well-proportioned, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes. At first glance, one could tell he came from a wealthy family.。