Yang Ye took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and then walked through the door.

There was a white haired old man in a blue and white Daoist robe standing there while smiling at him, and the old man had a horsetail whisk in his hand. Yang Ye noticed that the old man’s body was ethereal.

Is the strand of some expert’s soul? Yang Ye’s heart was filled with questions.

The white haired old man sized up Yang Ye before he smiled. “The matters of the world ...