The Daoist was taken aback, with a look of astonishment.
He looked at me and exclaimed in surprise, "You… how do you know Douglas, are you also one of us?"
He found it hard to believe because the young man before him was so young and bore no trace of a cultivator's aura.
He squinted his eyes and scrutinized me closely.
Then, he was stunned.
He seemed to not believe his eyes and even rubbed them.
"Damn, what kind of monster are you!" he couldn't help but curse aloud.
The guy in front of him had hidden his aura so deeply; although not as strong as his, it was already impressive, especially being so young.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he exclaimed, "Are you that freak?"
My face darkened.
"So it's you!" the Daoist walked over, circled around me, and gave me a thorough look, "Tsk tsk! They're right, you really are a freak."
"When I first heard a few days ago, I was skeptical, I never thought someone as freakish as you actually exists!"
