Sanqing Temple, underground, in a secret chamber.
Zhu Youji sensed the movement within the main hall, a faint curve tugging at the corners of his lips as his eyes flickered, silently retracting his perception.
"My dear adoptive father is truly infatuated with longevity. Even if the Dao Lord is a woman, it matters not," Zhu Youji murmured to himself, shaking his head silently before turning his gaze to the Daoist nun in azure robes before him, and speaking, "Have you guessed my purpose in doing this?"
"I have guessed some, but... are you truly an immortal?" The nun looked at Zhu Youji with a mixture of fear and awe in her eyes. Just moments ago, he had been able to manipulate her body, a technique akin to that of gods and demons!
And that aloof, transcendent, and disdainful demeanor, it was truly terrifying!
Thankfully, her body was under his control. Otherwise, if she had truly seen such a person, she might have knelt down and begged for mercy...