Although the Taoist Sect is composed of seven branches, all of whom revere the same ancestral master, it's often the weaker ones who receive extra favor, is it not?
The old Daoist mused silently, while respectfully presenting three sticks of incense to the ancestral master's divine statue before him.
The curling smoke accentuated the majestic presence of the ancestral master.
At this moment, the old Daoist turned around to face the young Taoist behind him. The youth stood tall, with an impressive demeanor and extraordinary looks. His aura was profound, as if he were an immortal descending from the heavens, straight out of legend.
Yet, in the youth's gaze, there was a fleeting trace of doubt.
As the old Daoist turned, the youth quickly concealed his expression of uncertainty, ensuring the old Daoist did not notice.
"Yi'er, it's your turn to present incense to the ancestral master,"
the old Daoist said kindly.
