In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lin Xuan had flown no telling how many tens of thousands of miles, and a desolate little island appeared in his line of sight.
Lin Xuan felt a surge of joy and flew over.
He had come here not because he had spent too long in bitter cultivation and could no longer endure the loneliness, but because he wanted to test just how strong his divine abilities were now.
Very soon, the little island came clearly into view. Yet Lin Xuan slowed his escaping light and stopped, a trace of doubt appearing on his face. Though this small island was barren and its spiritual energy was thin to the extreme, there were actually people on it.
However, they were not immortal cultivators, but mortals living here.
Lin Xuan sighed. Though in the eyes of immortal cultivators, mortals were like ants, their lives were not easy. Naturally, Lin Xuan would not go disturb them. He was just about to leave, when at that moment, a burst of babbling cries of alarm entered his ears.
Lin Xuan was startled, and could not help turning his head back.
He saw two mortals appear in his line of sight, one man and one woman, both looking only a little over twenty years old. Their faces were full of surprise and joy, yet also a little anxious, and they kept waving at him.
This scene was clearly meant to draw his attention.
Lin Xuan was rather surprised. Generally speaking, mortals rarely provoked immortal cultivators, for no other reason than that most cultivators were temperamental and unpredictable!
For mortals to associate with immortal cultivators might indeed bring some benefits, but whether it was fortune or disaster was actually very hard to say.
Therefore, unless they