The leading old monk was bathed in Buddha light, turned into a Golden Body, even his eyebrows faintly golden. He went straight to the point and asked directly, "From which Dojo do you come, Saint?"
He was a true Arhat, holding a lofty position in the Great Leiyin Temple.
After all, in this era, even Bodhisattvas had disappeared, unable to block the cruel surging and erosion of Tao Rhythm.
Qin Ming remained calm and composed, and said, "I have met senior. I am a Loose Cultivator."
Those present naturally did not believe his words. Since when is there a Loose Cultivator this powerful? Even a Supreme Martial hall might not be able to cultivate such a person.
The old monk's eyebrows moved slightly. As an Arhat, even though only a portion of his strength had come here by Divine Travel, he was not someone ordinary people could face so calmly.
