Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, feeling faintly surprised. There was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on this man; he was indeed a mortal, beyond doubt. Yet from his expression, he actually seemed to know him.
But Lin Xuan had no impression of him at all. Did he have enemies in the secular world too? Why did this fellow look so furious?
He pondered inwardly, but Lin Xuan said nothing.
Elder Xue's gaze flickered as he looked Lin Xuan over from head to toe once more. Suddenly, he raised the teacup in his hand and smashed it hard onto the ground.
Shattered porcelain flew everywhere, and the crisp sound of breaking carried far into the distance...
Then purple, white, gold, and azure light flashed, and four immortal cultivators had already appeared before him.
Three men and one woman, all Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. The one with the highest cultivation among them was a white-robed man dressed like a scholar, already at the False Core stage, looking to be a little over thirty.
Though their clothing differed, each of their cuffs was embroidered with a tiny valley. Needless to say, they were clearly from the same sect.
Baisuan Pavilion stewards!
The four of them had no low cultivation, yet they showed Elder Xue respect. They split up to stand at the four corners, faintly surrounding Lin Xuan within.
"What is the meaning of this, sir?" Lin Xuan naturally would not put a mere handful of Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators in his eyes, but he could not help feeling somewhat astonished. He had been away from You Province for sixty or seventy years; logically speaking, he should have had no grudges with this mortal.
"Yes, Elder Xue, Immortal Master Lin is my ancestor's benefactor. He is openhanded and righteous. Why are