This man looked to be a little over forty, with three wisps of long beard and an exceedingly refined, scholarly appearance. Dressed in a Daoist robe, he carried, from head to toe, a faint air of one who had stepped beyond the dust of the mortal world.
Wang Tinglou!
How could he be here?
Lin Xuan was stunned.
Back then, everyone had parted ways on Penglai Mountain, and afterward there had been no news at all. Lin Xuan had originally thought that this foremost expert of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces would one day ascend into the Spirit World.
He had never imagined that more than a thousand years would pass in the snap of a finger, and when the two met again, it would be in the Ancient Demon Realm.
Other than shock, there was only more shock. Lin Xuan had always thought rather highly of Tinglou's strength. Could it be that he had actually lacked confidence in surviving the Heavenly Tribulation, and had ultimately chosen to ascend to the Demon Realm instead?
This thought flashed through Lin Xuan's mind, but when he released his divine sense and swept it over Wang Tinglou, he was once again left tongue-tied and wide-eyed.
He almost thought he had seen wrong.
For no other reason than that Tinglou was actually already a mid-stage Spirit Division existence.
"This..."
Lin Xuan's eyes went wide. For the second time, he released his divine sense, sweeping over him carefully and thoroughly. Yet his own senses were indeed not mistaken. But... how was this possible?
Though Wang Tinglou, as the foremost expert of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, had already been a step above him in realm back then, the two had been apart for a mere thousand-odd years. In that amount of time, going from Lihe