Lin Xuan and his companion sipped tea for a while.
Although many doubts clouded their hearts, with strength at their level, they had long since weathered wind and rain. They still had this bit of patience.
Asking Fairy Yutong questions now would be purely superfluous. When the time was right, the other party would naturally invite Guanghan True Person out and reveal the answer.
Several hours passed in a flash.
When the pot of spirit tea had finally gone bland and tasteless, Guanghan True Person's voice entered their ears. "This old man is incompetent, and has made several fellow Daoists wait so long."
Before his words had faded, azure light flashed, and a Daoist walked out from the inner room.
He had three wisps of long beard and a refined, extraordinary appearance. At a glance, he looked to be about forty-some years old. Though his clothes were plain and simple, the air of an enlightened master spread from him.
It was indeed Guanghan, without a doubt.
Lin Xuan hurriedly rose to greet him with the proper courtesy.
Nailong True Person's expression, however, showed some surprise.
Following his big brother's gaze, Lin Xuan discovered that one of Guanghan True Person's sleeves was empty.
His left arm had vanished without wings.
How was that possible?
It was not that Lin Xuan was curious about who could injure Guanghan True Person. Rather, for Cultivators like them, deficiencies of the body could long since be restored.
According to common sense, even if Guanghan True Person had had an arm cut off, it would not be difficult for him to recover his former appearance completely.
Then why was he...
Nailong True Person clearly had the same doubt. "Old friend, what is this..."
"It is a long story. This old man suffered this injury in a