The two looked at each other, horror showing in both their eyes. The strength of the two sides clashing was, in all likelihood, still above their own.
"Master, this..." The woman in red had just been about to say something when her expression suddenly froze, and she fell silent.
The monk also turned his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked off to the left.
"Could they have discovered me?" Lin Xuan was stunned at first, but very quickly his expression relaxed again. The Qi Concealment Technique within the Nine Heavens Profound Art was incomparably mysterious; how could it be seen through so easily?
Then it was...
Since he had not released his divine sense, Lin Xuan could not grasp what had happened, so he could only calmly watch how things changed.
Another span of about the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
A startling streak of light appeared on the distant horizon.
That aura, that spiritual power—Lin Xuan felt it was somewhat familiar.
It was likewise a cultivator at the Nascent Soul level.
The tiny Gravel Wasteland, with its thin spiritual energy, was usually a place few people ever visited. Yet at this very moment, a large number of experts had gathered here.
After the light drew in, it revealed an elderly man with the face of a child and hair like a crane's, wearing loose robes and looking every inch a transcendent immortal. Even with Lin Xuan's depth of composure, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
That face could not have been more familiar. He had only just seen it.
His own master, Perfected Master Tongyu!
Yue'er's cry of surprise rang out in his mind. Compared with Young Master, this girl did not have such good self-control, and her face was