Nine days later, on the South Gate of the splendid imperial city, an old man in grey robes stood up against the wind. He looked at the distance, and the wind blew up his robes. The whole person looked like a Taoist fairy standing in the wind, with a sense of Secularity of Taoist immortals.

"Where is Sacred? Can you reply? The old man naturally stepped half-foot into the holy puppet saint. His old eyes looked at the south for a long time, but there was a tinge of anxiety between his pale eyebrows.

The Sergeant bowed slightly behind the puppet saint and knelt down and said, "Lord Puppet, the...