In the swamp, there were some Ancient Trees, sparse but towering, casting large shadows. The place was very damp, with a heavy presence of yin energy.
A lotus platform flowed with an exotic light, pure as jade, translucent and radiant. Upon it sat a woman in white, her black hair like clouds, reciting Buddhist Scriptures, transcendent and unsullied.
The old blind man stood beside the lotus platform, vigorously waving his hand in this direction. His raspy voice penetrated through, and those here heard him but hesitated to move.
Daoist Duan De glanced sideways at him, muttering, Who is this old fellow? He looks more like an old hooligan than a decent person.
"Could he be more dubious and untrustworthy than you? He's the one who sold the Immortal Burial Map," Ye Fan whispered. In his view, the old blind man seemed a bit more honest than Daoist Duan De.
Dongfang Ye was quite surprised and said, "He sold the Immortal Burial Map?"
