Of course, Lou Yi's face did not reveal the slightest anomaly.
He cupped his hands in salute and respectfully said, "Elder Qianyuan, disciple Lou Yi pays his respects."
"Get up quickly," Elder Qianyuan's voice was gentle.
Then he withdrew the white light around him, revealing his true appearance.
He was a tall, thin old man wearing a blue-gray Daoist robe, appearing about sixty or seventy years old, his hair half white, face lean, with a long goatee, and eyes that shone brightly.
In the mundane world, he would be indistinguishable from an ordinary old Daoist in a temple.
No one would think this was a Fake Pill Giant who could establish a sect and stir up storms in the Cultivation Realm.
Seeing Elder Qianyuan smiling with a peaceful glance, Lou Yi felt at ease at once.
He promptly handed over a string of extraordinary-quality jade prayer beads, "Elder, this is what you requested."
