“No one knows his identity. A legend states that he is only a strand of soul. Another says that he came from the nether world. Some believe that he is an ancient existence…” Wise Ancestor elaborated.

“How can he live for so long?” Jian Ming inquired.

Wise Ancestor rubbed his chin and then said: “Who knows? The emissary has existed for a long time now. Dead or alive? Unknown. Origin, unknown. It’s a being shrouded in mystery.”

“How interesting.” Jian Ming then thought about the daoist and smiled happily: “Swindler, your renowned clan knows everything, hehe,...