Chixiao

The Taoist wears a large cloak and is tall and thin. His face was pale and he looked thirty years old. He lifted the cup steadily with his pale fingers and brought it to his lips to take a sip. The Adam's apple moved slightly, and the sound of swallowing the tea was clearly audible in the dead silence. After putting down the tea cup, he turned his head slightly, and his unfocused eyes passed over the crazy demons and fell on the only living person: "Your Majesty ordered me to patrol the world... I didn't expect to meet my junior uncle here by chance."