"What? Our sect's other Supreme Elder? You mean Elder Lin Xuan, Elder Lin, the one who disappeared for several hundred years?"
The elderly man with the bearing of an immortal sage spoke in disbelief.
The extremely ugly Dongxuan Realm cultivator beside him was also dumbstruck.
The two looked at each other, both shocked senseless.
"Martial Nephew Liao, you couldn't have made a mistake?"
The elderly man with the bearing of an immortal sage spoke with a solemn face. Though it had happened by a twist of fate, attacking a senior of their own sect was a crime that could not be dissolved with a few words of apology. They would have to suffer an extremely severe punishment.
"That's right, Martial Nephew Liao. This person's appearance is ordinary. Could you have remembered wrong?" The other Dongxuan Realm cultivator's expression had also turned ugly to the extreme; clearly, his thoughts were much the same as the old man's.
"Two Martial Uncles, if your junior did not have absolute certainty about such a matter, how would I dare speak recklessly? I can be one hundred percent certain that this senior is indeed Elder Lin of our sect." The dark, thin man sighed, yet his tone was utterly certain.
"Brother Yun, what do you think about this..." The extremely ugly cultivator was terrified to the extreme. This was only natural—looking across the Three Realms, what cultivator of any sect or clan would be willing to offend their own sect's Supreme Elder?
The two of them were truly somewhat stunned.
"There is no use saying more now. This matter was not our intention; speaking of it, it was also a twist of fate. As long as we explain the whole story clearly, perhaps Elder Lin will not punish us too heavily." The old man spoke