"Very well!"
Lin Xuan naturally had not the slightest objection. At this moment, there was no room for him to hesitate.
Keeping a calm and composed look on his face, he followed the other party and flew inside.
The view before him suddenly opened up. The hall appeared ancient, simple, and resplendent.
At the far end of the hall, what entered his eyes was, astonishingly, a Cold Jade Bed.
Seated cross-legged on the bed was a tall, elderly man, with white beard and white brows. His plain robe was spotless, and the bearing of a grandmaster of a generation welled forth from him of its own accord.
"This must be True Lord of the North Sea."
Lin Xuan's heart tightened.
Although no spiritual pressure radiated from the old man, and the two of them were separated by more than a hundred zhang, Lin Xuan inexplicably felt a measure of pressure, to the point that he did not even know where to put his hands and feet.
However, he took a deep breath and very quickly recovered his calm and composed expression. In terms of aura, although the old monster before him was extraordinary, it still depended on whom he was compared with. Compared to Nailong True Person, he was still inferior by far more than a single level.
However, the old man before him was clearly not an External Incarnation, but the Tribulation Transcendence old monster himself.
Lin Xuan's gaze drifted again toward the Cold Jade Bed. This treasure was a little over a zhang long and several chi wide. Cold mist rose hazily from its surface, a deep azure in color.
Lin Xuan's eyesight was not poor. With a single glance, he could tell that the cold qi emitted by this treasure was extraordinary. An ordinary immortal cultivator, let