The gloomy clouds covered the sky, no rain in sight, the air was filled with dreariness.
The dark grey mountain forest was silent as if dead.
In the backyard of Jinlongyu Taoist temple, Lu Li received a guest.
Wearing casual short sleeves, slippers on his feet, unkempt stubble, if you ignore the sleep in the corners of his eyes, this middle-aged man might appear quite carefree and casual.
The trial was over, but the mysticism exchange meeting continued. In a Taoist temple full of monks and Taoists, the presence of an ordinarily dressed person was quite strange.
Standing behind the door, Lu Li quietly gazed at the middle-aged man outside for a few seconds and then spoke: "It's you."
"You know me?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The one watching me that night at Tang He—it was you, right?"
The middle-aged man did not deny nor refuse, scrutinizing Lu Li with a peculiar gaze: "Are you this perceptive?"
