"In recent years, the evil sects and the Nine Gates of Huaxia have indeed grown very arrogant. It is time to weed out some of these unstable elements."
A young man casually strolled in. He was dressed in a black Taoist robe, handsome and dashing, with two swords strapped to his back. He was very young, around twenty-three or twenty-four, with eyes as sharp as a knife's edge.
Zhang Tai stared at the young man, his expression shifting slightly as he asked, "Are you Mao Mountain's Taoist Priest, Wang Junshu?"
Taoist Priest?
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed dramatically.
In Taoism, each major sect had a powerful Taoist Priest, a figure who was a likely candidate to become the next sect leader.
Whether in the Mao Mountain Taoist Sect or Longhu Mountain, a Taoist Priest's strength had to be formidable, bordering on monstrous, to be chosen for the position.
Mao Mountain, part of Huaxia's ancient Shangqing Sect of Taoism, possessed a profound heritage.
