"This matter truly is somewhat bizarre. Nephew Kong Xuan is at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, and he cultivates our sect's secret arts, never passed to outsiders. His divine abilities are far beyond what ordinary cultivators of the same rank can compare to. How could he have been injured at the hands of some mere middle-stage brat? Could this person also be the descendant of some old monster?"
"It is hard to say. However, this humble monk has already investigated. At the very least, among the few old undying fellows we know, none have the slightest connection to that boy," the scarred monk slowly said.
"Mm. It is also possible he is some hidden cultivator. After all, although Lihe Realm existences can be counted on one's fingers, they are not unique to our seven sects. This matter must be handled solemnly, but my Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect is absolutely not something any stray cat or dog can provoke. Nephew Kong Xuan is the head of Arhat Hall. To dare wound him is to show no regard for this temple. The pursuit order has already been issued. Under ordinary circumstances, Junior Brother need not intervene, but if you truly encounter him, you may also judge the situation and act as you see fit."
"Mm." The scarred monk nodded, and Pure Moon Pool once again sank into silence.
And of all this, Lin Xuan was unaware.
At this moment, in a desolate, uninhabited desert, Lin Xuan hovered in midair with his brows slightly furrowed, while around him gathered several dozen immortal cultivators.
The man and woman at their head looked like a married couple, both at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
The man appeared to be a little over forty, his features sinister and harsh, while the woman wore red clothes,