A strange gleam flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes, but he immediately returned to normal.
The old man before him had such meager magical power; it seemed the cultivation method he practiced was most likely one that made advancement easy, but whose power was barely satisfactory.
Lin Xuan had just taken his seat when the old man's voice entered his ears. "I am Meng Luo. May I ask which sect or school you hail from, fellow Daoist?"
"You are too courteous, Fellow Daoist Meng. Lin is merely a Rogue Cultivator." Lin Xuan's cool voice entered his ears, clearly showing he had no wish to waste many words with the other party.
However, this old man surnamed Meng was overly familiar by nature. Regardless of Lin Xuan's attitude, he simply went on chatting away with him about this and that.
"Since you are a Rogue Cultivator, fellow Daoist, then your coming here is probably because you wish to enter Ice-Fire Valley. Heh heh, in that case, you must be careful. Though the spirit herbs produced in abundance within that valley are extraordinary, its dangers are not something people like us can ignore. In the past, I had a close friend who perished in the valley because he was too greedy. Still, from what I see, fellow Daoist has remarkable bones and profound magical power. If you only search for some treasures in the outer valley, I imagine there should be no great harm..."
Listening to this man prattle on endlessly there, Lin Xuan remained calm on the surface, but inwardly he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
This kind of overly familiar personality was a little annoying, but in all fairness, it was not too detestable.
After the other party finished talking about Ice-Fire Valley, his tone changed, and very