Young master?!
Everyone was taken aback.
Before their eyes appeared a young man dressed in a cyan Daoist robe, he had a warm smile and was gazing softly at them.
At the same time, seven neatly arranged meditation cushions silently appeared on the ground.
"Master."
Baiyun Child slightly bowed in salute to the young man, "They are the fated people from Qin Country."
Master? Cyan Mountain Immortal?
They were suddenly stunned, while waiting earlier, the image of the "Cyan Mountain Immortal" had been depicted countless times in their minds, maybe a kindly elder with an immortal and sage-like aura.
But no one had explicitly stated that the five-thousand-year-old "Cyan Mountain Immortal" had to be an elder, right?
Turning to glance at Baiyun Child who was already five hundred years old beside them, they accepted in their hearts that the "Cyan Mountain Immortal" had the appearance of a young man.
"Hmm."
