Chapter 152: Descending the Mountain

From the killing intent emanating from the old Taoist's body, it was clear that quite a few had died at his hands.

Logically speaking, Taoist philosophy emphasizes a clear heart and few desires, so how could he allow so much blood to stain his hands?

"Hehe, where I come from and where I must go are also of no importance,"

the old Taoist said with a light laugh.

Then he picked up the teapot on the stone table in front of him and poured a cup of tea, which he handed to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's lips curved into a smile as he reached out to take the teacup.

When Ye Ling's hand touched the teacup, an indescribable terrifying power suddenly burst forth from the teacup.

However, Ye Ling had already seen through the old Taoist's intentions and laughed to himself.

The next moment, a power no weaker than the old Taoist's, and even stronger by a few degrees, exploded from Ye Ling's hand.

The old Taoist, who had just had an air of nonchalance, suddenly changed his expression.