But the spiritual power fluctuations from both sides were far too weak. It should only have been a fight at the Lihe Realm level.
A battle of this degree truly did not interest Lin Xuan enough to interfere. It would carry the suspicion of bullying the small with the great, and though with Lin Xuan's personality, he could completely disregard that, once he went out, his own identity might also be exposed along with it.
Though it was only a possibility.
Lin Xuan was unwilling to take the risk.
After all, she was merely a disciple at the Lihe Realm.
As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan prepared to glide past the few of them soundlessly.
With his concealment arts, even if he were close enough to touch, the other party would absolutely not be able to discover him.
And out of curiosity, just as he was about to brush past them, Lin Xuan casually released his divine sense, sweeping over them as fast as lightning.
Yet with this sweep, a problem was swept out.
"It's her?"
Lin Xuan abruptly stopped his escape light.
By a stroke of chance, Lin Xuan truly had not expected that he would meet an old acquaintance here.
She was a young married woman of twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Of course, her true age was certainly far more than that. As for her youthful appearance, it was nothing strange; nine out of ten female cultivators' cultivation methods carried some effect of preserving their looks.
She wore red robes, with delicate brows and clear eyes. Though she could not be called a peerless beauty, those large, glossy black eyes of hers were extremely lively whenever they glanced about.
Even though the corners of her brows and eyes already carried some sense of life's vicissitudes.
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