At this moment, An Ruming's figure was concealed as he slipped into the Daoist temple.
His entire body's muscles and bones underwent changes, even his Qi was altered.
It would be difficult for ordinary Daoists to notice the changes in him.
After scaling over the West Mountain Temple, familiar with the way, he deftly bypassed several patrolling teams formed by blue-clad Daoist nuns, and then, after crossing several courtyards, he finally arrived at the side of a secluded hall.
Beside the secluded hall, there was an independent courtyard, which was additionally guarded, with female attendants and old maids dressed in Daoist robes.
The owner of the house seemed to have an extraordinary status.
An Ruming hid in the shadows and, after seeing everyone leave, his figure appeared by the window.
"Who is it?"
A slightly panicked voice came from within the window, having seemingly detected his presence.
