Lin Xuan was inwardly surprised, but that expression only flashed across his face before he quickly regained his calm. He turned his head and began sizing up the Cultivators around him.
His gaze was not sharp, nor did his body radiate any terrifying aura. Yet the moment their eyes met his, every cultivator present felt their hearts grow uneasy to the extreme, as though all their secrets had already been seen through by him.
The low-level cultivators were a little better off.
Their realms were too low. They could only tell that this fellow who had mysteriously appeared before them was an expert, but as for exactly how high an expert, they were muddled and could not explain it clearly.
In any case, there were so many elders watching from the side, and even the old ancestor had come.
That was a legendary cultivator of the Spirit Division Realm. With him holding the fort here, what did they still have to be afraid of?
So although they did feel somewhat uneasy, there was more curiosity mixed in. Excitement even flashed across quite a few faces. To them, such a lively spectacle was something rarely seen in ordinary times.
Their luck was not bad. At long last, they had a chance to broaden their horizons.
Newborn calves did not fear tigers; quite a few Spirit Movement Stage cultivators were even thinking in just such a way.
However, was the matter truly so simple?
Unlike those Little Fellows, whose faces were full of excitement, the high-level cultivators in the clan whom they relied on as pillars of support were now secretly crying bitterly.
And the higher their cultivation, the more uneasy they were.
As for what realm this Mysterious Youth had reached, they could not sense it at all. There was only