The Li clan's dossiers.

The light rain drizzled, and the mist from far and near was as elegant as silk, lingering between the mountains and the forests.

A small and ancient Taoist temple stood quietly in the middle of the green.

The Taoist temple seemed to have been empty for a long time. Looking from the outside, even the cracks in the door were covered with thick moss.

The top of the wall was even covered with dense crickets.

It was a scene of desolation.

In the misty rain, the vegetation was sparse.

Clang!

The faded "pengyi temple" plaque suddenly fell to the ground.

A young-looking cultivator in a brocade robe suddenly appeared at the entrance of the pengying temple.

His eyebrows were slender and his eyes were bright. He had a dignified bearing, just like a disciple of a prominent family in the secular world. When he waved his sleeves, the ring on his hand was vaguely revealed.

Nine Ali's three cloud phoenixes were ancient and elegant.