The two young ones didn’t quite agree with their master. In their eyes, how could a mortal beggar create any merit law?

His observation and every action naturally didn’t escape Li Qiye’s eyes but he didn’t really care and acted as if they didn’t exist.

Eventually, one day when he was sitting above a pit resembling a lake, the old man finally took his two disciples over.

“My name is Tieshu Weng, current sect master of Iron Tree. Meeting Fellow Daoist here can be considered a stroke of fate. May I have your name?” The old man cupped his fist and asked.

His attitude was quite rare. This was a sect master yet he was quite respectful towards a mortal. Even an ordinary cultivator wouldn’t care for Li Qiye, especially in his current...