The crowd looked up.

On top of the Forbidden City's wall stood an old Taoist in a robe.

The old Taoist held a horsetail whisk, his white eyebrows fluttering, exuding an aura of immortality. He was none other than the head of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Master Changmei!

A smile appeared on Ye Qiu's face. At this critical moment, this unreliable old man still showed up.