C230 The dead fellow daoist does not die

The fluctuations on the peak of the mountain intensified as Qiao Nan stood there, his figure shaking uncontrollably. Only the place where the monk was previously seated was as steady as a boulder.

Qiao Nan looked at the monk's robe and immediately felt his eyes burning. He didn't expect that this golden and vulgar monastic robe would actually be such an extraordinary treasure