Naturally, Lin Xuan paid those fellows no heed at all. He did not even glance at them properly, but turned his head instead, his gaze falling on the old man.
Although Lin Xuan kept his spiritual pressure restrained and hidden, showing not the slightest intention of targeting him, being stared at by such a high-level cultivator still made a look of terror appear uncontrollably on the old man's face.
After a slight hesitation, he finally stammered, "H-Huang... does Huang know Senior?"
Before his words had even fallen, he had quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the nervousness on his face plain for all to see.
"A very long time ago, we did indeed meet once. Back then, Fellow Daoist was only a minor immortal cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Realm," Lin Xuan said calmly.
When the old man heard this, however, his face was filled with bewilderment. He truly had no impression of it whatsoever.
"Senior, I..."
"Enough. These are matters from several hundred years ago; even if you have forgotten them, it is nothing. Rather, Fellow Daoist's Spirit Root has nothing outstanding about it, yet you were able to form a Nascent Soul. That truly is cause for joy and congratulations."
"You make this old one ashamed, Senior. This old man merely stumbled upon a lucky chance and obtained the medicinal pills and legacy left behind by an ancient cultivator. Otherwise, whether I could even have reached Core Condensation would have been unknown, much less formed a Nascent Soul." The old man surnamed Huang lowered both hands and spoke with great honesty.
Lin Xuan nodded. No envy showed on his face. A thing like opportunity was sometimes truly impossible for anyone to explain clearly. It seemed this old man's fortune had been quite good. But under all the heavens,