Seven Star Island, Mystic Phoenix Fairy

Even his martial uncle had addressed him with extraordinary respect as "Senior." Could this strangely dressed young man actually be one of the legendary Core Condensation Realm cultivators? The few low-level cultivators were greatly startled and hurriedly began calling him "Senior Lin" this and "Senior Lin" that without stopping, their faces full of fawning, ingratiating expressions.

"Enough." Lin Xuan waved a hand, a hint of impatience showing on his face. He was in no mood to slowly exchange courtesies here with a few low-level cultivators.

"Senior, please!"

Zhou Xuehen formed a hand seal with both hands and cast a light-body technique on himself. Then, with a slight push of his feet, he drifted several dozen zhang forward.

Lin Xuan saw this, but his expression did not change. Only a faint green light shone from his feet, and he followed behind the other man unhurriedly, like ripples skimming over water, like strolling idly through a courtyard.

His sleeves danced in the wind, making him seem as free and elegant as could be. Zhou Xuehen admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Along the way, the two also encountered several groups of cultivators. Some were at the Spirit Movement Stage, others at the Foundation Establishment Realm, and without exception, all of them cast astonished looks at Lin Xuan. After all, his clothing was completely different from everyone else's.

It seemed that after settling down, he would have to change into a new set of clothes. Otherwise, wherever he went, he would inexplicably draw attention, and that was precisely what Lin Xuan hated most.

A tall tree catches the wind; keeping a low profile was the one true law of survival in the cultivation world.

This mountain was several thousand zhang tall, but at the speed of the two men, it took