Xiang Beifei's mouth twitched.
My goodness. This girl really dares to speak!
"So that's how it is," the man in green robes nodded slightly, praising, "It's rare to meet someone as warm-hearted as Daoist in such a place full of interests and dangers."
After a while, he slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "Look at my memory, somewhat rude I am; I am Fu Qiuzi, a member of the Tianmu Race."
A slit suddenly opened between his eyebrows, revealing a third eye. That third eye emitted a golden light, solemn and reverent, harboring an extremely powerful force within. He gave a gesture, then closed the eye again.
"So it's the Tianmu venerable Fu Qiuzi, I've long admired your renown!" Li Qianluo obviously knew some of the Yi Trib experts, and immediately said.
"I dare not accept such praise, dare not!"
