In the Marketplace, needless to say, there was naturally a No-Fly Restriction in place. Yet this man treated it as if it were nothing. Either his cultivation method was special, or he was a figure with great divine abilities, or he was wearing some specialized magic artifact.
A moment later, the light drew in, and from within walked out a black-robed cultivator. He looked a little over forty, with a long saber scar running from the left side of his forehead, across the bridge of his nose, all the way down to the corner of his mouth.
He looked extremely terrifying, especially when he smiled; it made a chill rise inexplicably along one's back.
And this man's cultivation was far from low. His domineering aura leaked out unchecked—he was actually a late-stage Lihe cultivator.
"It's Xia Tianhao!"
"What? It's really him? I heard he's True Person Shayang's eldest disciple, a man who wields real power in that sect. What's he doing here?"
"What's he doing? Heh, seems Fellow Daoist has only just arrived in this honored land and still doesn't understand True Person Shayang's preferences. Don't be impatient. In a little while, there'll be a fine show to watch."
A clamor of discussion entered their ears. The disturbance here had naturally startled many nearby cultivators, and plenty of people had gathered to watch the excitement. Quite a few cultivators stood off to the side, pointing and commenting.
Lin Xuan frowned, feeling a bad premonition. After hesitating briefly, he still walked back.
Though it was better to remember someone fondly than meet again, he and Red Leaf did, after all, have a bit of connection.
Only, Lin Xuan sighed inwardly as well. Ever since he had come to the Spirit World, what exactly had happened to him? With his personality,