And it's quite a high-level Daoist Skill.
"Third Junior Brother, you take care of it."
He ordered someone behind him with a single instruction.
A young-looking but sturdy disciple immediately stepped forward, without wasting any words, picked up that person in front of everyone – grasping their hair, lifting their entire body as if treating the person not quite humanly.
Then, in front of everyone, he dragged the person away; yet what was eerie was that while being dragged away, that person still had a bewildered expression on their face, as if seeing something unbelievable in their eyes.
"Ouch, my poor back. Xiao Shan, take over for me."
"Yes, Ancestral Master."
Although the Senior Brother was named Xiao Shan, there was no impatience on his face. He bent down and took the Qiankun Bag handed over by the elder into his hands.
Only now did everyone realize the true identity of this seemingly ordinary elder, even Jiang Feng's eyelids twitched.
"Damn, Ancestral Master?"
