The salesperson by the door had good eyesight.
He could see clearly that when the young Cultivator had not yet entered the door, the rainwater had slid off his clothes of its own accord before it even touched him.
It was as if there was an invisible shield around the body of the young Taoist!
"This is a True God indeed!"
Next to the salesperson, a middle-aged customer with equally good vision, Zhang Dazui, blurted out in awe.
"Doesn't this Taoist look somewhat familiar?"
Unlike others who were uncertain, the old temple master, despite his advanced age, had a very clear memory.
He saw Zhou Xuan walking in with a sword on his back and wearing a rain-repelling magic robe.
In addition to being amazed at the extraordinary charisma after the success of his cultivation,
The old temple master recalled the memory in his mind.
After hesitating to combine the memory of the young prodigy with the transcendent Taoist before him,
He quietly asked: