With such a tremendous commotion, the Luo Clan cultivators left to guard Wangyue Mountain were naturally all alarmed. Spiritual light flared, and thousands of cultivators appeared in midair.
Staring at the strange phenomenon in the distance, every one of them was dumbstruck, their faces filled with horror.
What was this?
An invasion by an outside enemy?
Yet as far as the eye could see, there was only a single stranger.
The Luo Clan cultivators floated in midair on their artifacts, whispering among themselves.
"Which eminent senior has honored our sect's branch with your presence? Please forgive this Luo for failing to welcome you from afar."
As that clear voice reached his ears, spiritual light burst out in the distance. A startling azure streak shot from the mountainside and, in the blink of an eye, arrived not far in front of Lin Xuan.
This was a cultivator in his forties, with three wisps of long beard and bright brows over starry eyes. His appearance was extremely impressive, and his cultivation had even reached Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Needless to say, this man was the one with the highest realm among the Luo Clan cultivators on Wangyue Mountain.
However, to the current Lin Xuan, even Nascent Soul Late Stage was not worth putting in his eyes, and the Middle Stage was even less than an ant.
His gaze swept over the other man, and a bone-chilling spiritual pressure surged out without the slightest warning.
That terrifying strength even caused space to twist slightly.
The Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator's face instantly turned as pale as paper, his eyes filled with horror as he blurted out in alarm, "Senior... Senior is a cultivator of the Lihe realm?"
In an instant, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cavern, trembling from