Ah... Li?
Li Quanqing looked at the purple-robed Daoist before him and couldn't help but blink.
He appeared no more than twenty-something years old, with a gentle and scholarly appearance, a visage as splendid as jade, and the corners of his mouth wore a gentle smile, as bright and graceful as the sunlight.
It was hard not to feel a deep fondness for him from the bottom of one's heart.
Yet Li Quanqing dared not really treat the other as a peer.
The reason was nothing else but the young Daoist before him, who was astonishingly treading on void, walking in the air, and enveloped in an ethereal and lofty immortal Qi.
A Foundation Establishment Cultivator!
In an instant, Li Quanqing guessed the identity of the other party, and wished he could slide to his knees and cling onto what he regarded as the stoutest leg he had ever seen.
Fortunately, he still had some pride.
