C80 Dao Lord's Grace

The Daoist opened the door and a majestic figure appeared at the door.

This person's aura was as sharp as a sword that had been unsheathed. However, the moment he entered, that aura disappeared in an instant.

Instead, a stolid, middle-aged man of about fifty, dressed in a crisp Chinese tunic with a pen pinned to his chest, but without glasses.

This person looked gentle and refined