Chapter 1114: Descension Sutra of the Queen Mother of the West
“Not bad. Not bad.”
A few breaths later, the bull-riding Taoist nodded smilingly and said, “You’re not bad, young one…”
Ye Qing wasn’t expecting this at all. Before he could react though, the bull-riding Taoist let out an amiable chuckle, and the sea of purple qi descended. It transformed into a black-and-white, yin-and-yang painting.
“Time to go, my bull…”
The old Taoist slowly walked into the painting after that.
Right before he stepped inside the painting, the old Taoist spoke up suddenly, “Oh right. Beware of Xuanyuan Kun, young one. Yes, I’m talking about the celestial. He is plotting something nefarious.”
“May I know who you are, senior?” Ye Qing hurriedly asked, his mind already arriving on an obvious yet seemingly impossible answer.
“The Dao that can be told is not the eternal Dao. You already know the answer, don’t you?” The old Taoist smiled.
“It really is you, Taishang Laojun?!”