Jiang Zaiyue remained in the shadows, only his eyes visible, resembling a masked man.
He glanced at the upright figure of Bai Qi:
"Compared to Senior Brother Kou, it's like heaven and earth. What elegance Senior Brother Kou possesses, like a flawless jade, even the most ignorant villagers recognize its value.
As for this one, he might be called 'promising material,' but he's far from being a Daoist."
Chunyu Cultivator turned his head and retorted:
"Bai Qilang mastered the Nanming Li Fire and cut off Zhao Pijiang's divine intent, how many geniuses have these two feats stopped in the Red County Divine Land?"
Jiang Zaiyue stroked his chin, as if appraising a treasure, and after a few more glances:
"Tsk tsk, so young, cultivating both Dao and martial arts. What, trying to emulate the King of Support? With an impure heart for swords, how could he become a Daoist?"
Chunyu Cultivator was speechless; he had long known Bai Qilang was cultivating Dao, but hadn't taken it seriously.
