He was an old man dressed in splendid robes, looking at least over seventy, yet his skin was lustrous and white as jade. With his transcendent bearing and Daoist bones, he was simply like an immortal descended to the mortal world.
From head to toe, he did not have the slightest trace of gloom or terror about him, yet he had just so happened to come to this Ghost Cultivator market.
It was not only Lin Xuan. Most of the other cultivators around him also showed looks of surprise. However, when their divine sense swept over the old man, they were all greatly startled, lowered their heads, and hurriedly slipped away.
Nascent Soul Late Stage!
This person was actually a great cultivator.
An existence like this, aside from those Lihe Realm old monsters who paid no heed to worldly affairs, already stood at the very tip-top of the Human World. And many of them had eccentric tempers, so naturally no one dared say much. If they accidentally invited disaster onto themselves, would that not be miserable?
Lin Xuan likewise shifted his gaze away, his expression unchanged, but his heartbeat quickened slightly.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" Yue'er's curious voice entered his ears. A mere great cultivator—perhaps others might think him extraordinary, but Young Master should not take him seriously.
"Yue'er, don't you think this person seems somewhat familiar?"
"Ah?" Yue'er froze, then furrowed her brows and thought. Her pretty face was full of bewilderment. "No way. This little maid has no impression of him at all. We shouldn't have met him before. Young Master, are you remembering wrong?"
"I'm not talking about his appearance, but his aura, and his magic power. The feeling he gives me is extremely familiar. I should have fought him before," Lin Xuan said slowly.
"Young Master,