Isn't Lü Dai looking for you?

  The middle-aged man's face with distinct features still had no expression, his eyes staring motionlessly at Qian Yu Xian. Qian Yu Xian's bright and clear eyes also looked back at the middle-aged man's dark pupils. Suddenly, she felt a blank in her mind, and when she came to again, she found herself no longer in the room, surrounded by darkness, very spacious.

  Qianyu Xian's eyebrows furrowed in surprise as she looked around, her bright and clear eyes staring at the middle-aged man, "Where is this?"

  The middle-aged man, as usual, did not respond to Qian Yu Xian's words and said on his own: "This king will send you back to your world..." As he spoke, the middle-aged man raised his right hand, and a black mist appeared on his right hand. His black eyes remained still, staring at Qian Yu Xian.

  Qianyu Xian's subconscious back leg, wanting to get away from the middle-aged man a little further, her bright and clear big eyes staring straight at the black fog in the middle-aged man's hand, afraid that the next second the black fog would fly towards her.

  The middle-aged man's face, with its distinct five features, still had no expression. He raised his right hand and flicked it, sending the black mist in his hand flying towards Qian Yu Xian. Qian Yu Xian's bright and clear eyes stared straight at the black mist flying towards her, and for a moment, she didn't react, standing there frozen, unsure of how to respond.

  The black fog was getting closer and closer to Qianyu Xian, but Qianyu Xian still didn't react. Just as the black fog was about to hit Qianyu Xian, a monk's kasaya appeared in front of him, neutralizing the middle-aged man's black fog.

  Qian Yu Xian returned to his senses, and in front of him stood an old monk. He looked familiar, but the old monk put on his kasaya, stroked his white beard with his hand, and gazed at a middle-aged man not far away, slowly opening his mouth to speak:

  "Although this puppet does not belong to this world, it is not that everything cannot be communicated with, King Yanluo..."

  Qian Yu Xian listened to the monk's words in front of her, and her big, bright eyes widened in shock. Oh my, she actually saw King Yanluo...

  A middle-aged man with black eyes stared at the monk in front of Qianyu Xian, his voice coming like hell, "Mortal, do not attempt to stop me, what does not belong to this world is not of this world, there is no room for compromise."

  The monk wasn't afraid of that middle-aged man at all, yes, it was Yanluo Wang. The monk raised his hand and stroked his white long beard, saying with a heavy heart:

  "Give this little girl some time and she will go back on her own soon..."

  The middle-aged man's face, with its clear features, still showed no expression. His black eyes looked at the old monk who was protecting Qian Yu Xian in front of him. He put down his raised right hand and spoke without emotion, "It would be better if I didn't have to waste my cultivation sending her back myself. I'll give you a little time. If she's still here when that time is up, I'll send her personally."

  The old monk nodded and the figure in the kasaya moved forward slightly, "Thank you, King Yanluo. She will return on her own soon."

  Yan Luo Wang didn't say a word, and the black-clad figure around him suddenly burst into a cloud of black mist. His silhouette immediately disappeared in the black mist. Qian Yu Xian looked at Yan Luo Wang who had already left, furrowed her brow, and asked the old monk in front of her with confusion:

  "Who are you? Why did you say that I will be back on my own soon? I won't go back to where I came from at all."

  The old monk turned around, Qian Yu Xian widened her eyes and pointed at the old monk with her hand. This person she recognized, wasn't he the same old monk who taught her lightness skill and gave her the Jade Feather Flute last time?

  "Girl, weren't you looking for me? It's better that I came out myself to meet you, isn't it?" The old monk smiled, his white beard moving slightly, his voice full of age.

  Qian Yu Xian was stunned by the old monk's words, "Me? I'm looking for..."

  "Are you the Sleeping Dragon Monk?!" Qian Yu Xian stared at the old monk in front of her with wide, sparkling eyes, disbelieving and shouting in a louder tone.

  The old monk smiled, but didn't say a word. To Qian Yu Xian, it was as good as an acknowledgement. She took a step forward, her rose-red lips slightly parted in disbelief, and reached out to touch the white whiskers under his chin.