A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!
Su Luo's face instantly went bloodless.
Originally, with his cultivation, he should not have been able to discern Lin Xuan's realm, but a few days ago, by some twist of fate, he had once met Fairy Miao You.
That terrifying spiritual pressure had chilled him from head to toe.
And the man before him seemed to feel even more frightening than Fairy Miao You.
Needless to say, he was undoubtedly a Nascent Soul Cultivator—perhaps even at the middle stage. At the thought, Su Luo's forehead beaded with sweat the size of soybeans.
The man was rather clever, too. Though witchers hated cultivators to the bone, an existence of this level was not someone he could afford to offend.
As the saying went, a true man did not swallow the loss right before his eyes. He hurriedly gave a deep bow with a face full of respect. "This junior is Su Luo, an attendant of Star Palace. May I know if there is anything I can do for Senior?"
"No need to be nervous. Though I am a cultivator of the Qin Clan, I came here with no ill intent. I am merely seeking out an old friend," Lin Xuan said gently, speaking in an even tone.
"Seeking an old friend? Could it be..." Hearing Lin Xuan say this, Su Luo's expression grew uglier instead. After all, the Silver Phoenix Tribe had moved here only a little over a month ago. Could the other party have some connection to Old Ancestor Hun Yuan?
That would be extremely bad!
Though his heart was uneasy, he naturally did not dare show the slightest neglect toward a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. He quickly pressed his panic down into the bottom of his heart and forced a faint smile onto