The old Taoist Niu Tongtian had appeared once again!
Lin Tian scowled as he watched the other man collect all the remaining Death Spirit Grass into his hands.
This old fellow was grinning from ear to ear, revealing yellowed teeth, his hair disheveled, clad in a tattered Daoist robe.
Apart from Niu Tongtian, another dark shadow was the talking yellow dog that followed him.
"Who are you?"
Lin Tian narrowed his eyes, his expression grave, as he stared at Niu Tongtian and asked.
The old Taoist before him was too eerie.
There was not a hint of energy fluctuations about him—if Lin Tian hadn't seen the other man escape with his own eyes, he might have indeed mistaken him for a mere mortal.
Moreover, the fact that he could recognize the Death Spirit Grass made him even more extraordinary.
Besides that,
The presence of a talking yellow dog by his side was unmistakably out of the ordinary!
