The man wore a blue-green robe and looked no more than about twenty. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance, yet Dugu Mou's pupils shrank slightly. He vaguely felt he had seen him somewhere before, but for the moment, he could not recall it at all.
Startled inwardly, he quietly released his divine sense and swept it over the other man, only for his expression to turn utterly astonished.
There was not the slightest trace of spiritual power. The man stood not far ahead, yet the feeling his divine sense returned was empty, as if he were something transparent.
How was that possible?
Even a worldly mortal, without spiritual energy, would not be utterly devoid of any fluctuation of power.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Dugu Mou's face went deathly pale.
After all, he was a cultivator of the Late Core Condensation Realm. Though his experience could not be called vast, it certainly was not lacking. Even a Nascent Soul old monster would not give him such a feeling.
To be able to restrain the fluctuations of magic power within the body until not a hint remained—could it be that the other party was actually a legendary Lihe Realm cultivator?
Of course, this was only a guess, but Dugu Mou's eyelids suddenly began twitching wildly, his breathing turning rapid.
If he had truly encountered a cultivator of that level, who knew whether it was fortune or disaster?
Before the thoughts in his mind could finish turning, a delicate cry entered his ears, also carrying surprise within it. "Lin... Are you Senior Lin?"
The voice was very familiar. Needless to say, it came from his own little sister.
Dugu Mou was first stunned, and then a flash of inspiration seemed to streak through his mind. He raised his head