"It's me, just as you wished, I've come." Lu Qingshan squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the gray-robed cultivator before him.
"Cultivator from the Knowledge Keeper Tower?" he asked.
The gray-robed cultivator nodded, not hiding his identity, "The head of the Prison Warden Office in Xing State, Lou Seng."
Having received a definite answer, although Lu Qingshan's face remained calm as a still lake, the overwhelming anger in his heart was indescribable to outsiders.
Someone coveting his Taoist artifact, that he could accept.
Such is human nature.
But he absolutely could not accept that the Knowledge Keeper Tower, which should represent so-called justice and stand in opposition to the Netherworld, was behaving in the same manner as the Netherworld.
From a standpoint perspective, the Knowledge Keeper Tower seemed even more malicious than the Netherworld.
"Is Dantai Qingrun in your hands?" Lu Qingshan asked again.
