"Not bad. It's me. Fellow Daoist Haotian, I trust you've been well." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, but a hint of mockery flashed through his eyes.
"You're already at Nascent Soul Late Stage!"
Haotian was drenched in cold sweat, his face full of disbelief. He had not met Lin Xuan many times, but the impression had been deep. Back in You Province, this boy had only been a Core Condensation Realm cultivator, yet he had forcefully escaped from his hands. Such a thing had never happened before.
There had been even more tangled grudges in the Kui Yin Mountain Range, but because of Taowu, the two of them had not actually met.
The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's kill order had caused a great uproar, but through all sorts of coincidences, Haotian had been in seclusion cultivating at the time, so he had not been clear on it either...
In his impression, though this boy was somewhat sly and slippery, he was only at Core Condensation Realm, and his cultivation was not worth mentioning. Never would he have thought that when they met again, the other party would have leaped like a fish over the dragon gate and become a great cultivator.
He almost thought he had seen wrong. After all, a mere two hundred-some years—such a speed of advancement was far too inconceivable.
But after sweeping him with his divine sense several times, the expression on his face grew even paler.
Although this old monster was also someone with an extremely deep shrewdness, faced with this sudden change, he still seemed somewhat at a loss.
Yet the blow did not end there.
Very soon, he discovered that beside Lin Xuan stood a beautiful girl as lovely as a flower, slim and graceful, her smile