Lotus Peak.
The fog outside the mountain was thick, immortal qi drifted about, and the clouds tumbled.
Within the mountain, the sound of evening drums echoed, with Taoist patterns crossing the sky, their energy flickering and various phenomena subtly emanating.
After a long while, the clouds dissipated, and the figures of two people gradually became clear.
One was a middle-aged nun, and the other, a young sword cultivator.
Lu Qingshan, seated cross-legged and meditating, took gentle breaths, and although he perceived no change within himself, he understood that a change had occurred.
Eventually, he stood up abruptly and turned towards the middle-aged nun in the pale moon-colored Taoist robe.
Shui Yue Pavilion Master.
"In the Cultivation World, there are many ways to search for someone, and your method of concealing your form and altering your appearance is the most elementary of hiding techniques.
