After Perfected Master Tongyu left Haoshi City, he flew several thousand li in one breath before his escape light slowed and his speed dropped. Then a burst of crackling explosions rang out all over his body, and a wisp of black Qi appeared on his face.
His figure abruptly shrank by several inches. The black Qi dispersed, and his features became completely different as well, changing from an elder with a childlike face and crane-white hair into a robust man in his forties.
A smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even if those old monsters in the city discovered something was wrong, it was too late now. This time, the black pot could not only be dumped on Tongyu, it might even become an opportunity for his sect to develop...
He had only just thought this when a certain Spirit Beast Bag at his waist let out a strange whining sound. The old monster's face darkened, and his body immediately stiffened somewhat.
He slowly turned his head and stared at a place where there was no one at all. "Which fellow dares to sneak around and follow this old man?"
"Not bad, not bad. A mere Early Stage cultivator can actually discover Lin's tracks. What sort of spirit beast is at your waist? It truly makes me rather interested."
A soft laugh entered his ears. Then the air rippled like water, and about a hundred zhang away, a human figure gradually became clear.
He propped his chin on one hand, his face filled with the look of having everything well in hand.
"It's you?" The mysterious old monster's pupils could not help shrinking slightly.
"Oh? Your distinguished self actually recognizes me?" At the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth appeared a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
"Indeed. In that