Daoist Master Dongyun's expression froze for a moment as he looked at Xu Qingzhou, his gaze changing, interwoven and shifting under the flickering candlelight.

Ordinary people, when faced with their impending death, would naturally be filled with fear, dread, and terror.

They might flee at the slightest hint of danger or beg for mercy on their knees.

Clearly, Xu Qingzhou was neither. His calm demeanor moved him, and the confidence in the young man's eyes was equally inscrutable.