Back then it was nighttime, the two were far apart, Yang Xiao couldn't see clearly. Now he looked up and down at this Taoist and listened to the voice, more convinced that the other party wasn't Japanese, but one of his own.
The Taoist seemed to see through Yang Xiao's thoughts, smiled, and gave him a very trustworthy look. "I, the humble Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain, have come here by the order of my master, and have arrived not long before you."
"Dragon Tiger Mountain huh..." Yang Xiao remembered Ku Daoist mentioning that among sects skilled in corpse refining, two were the most prominent. One was one of the Ten Great Sects—Bone Painting Tower, and the other was Dragon Tiger Mountain, the acknowledged orthodox branch of the Taoist Sect.
Unexpectedly today, he saw a Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain, and Yang Xiao had to marvel at his extraordinary luck, never believing his good fortune, akin to something out of a novel.
