Lin Xuan was inwardly on guard, but his gaze did not linger on him. Instead, he closed his eyes and sat quietly, resting his spirit.
The others naturally would not take the initiative to speak either. These old monsters of the Nascent Soul Realm were each craftier than the last, and toward existences of the same rank, they all felt more or less wary in their hearts. Their faces were cold, and they said not a word.
Just like that, about the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
The sound of fine, fragmented footsteps entered his ears, and Lin Xuan also sensed spiritual power at the Nascent Soul level. Only then did he open his eyes and turn his head to look toward the stairway.
What entered his sight was a bald head. Lin Xuan's eyes then narrowed slightly. As the saying went, enemies were bound to meet on a narrow road. It was actually that Buddhist Sect immortal cultivator who had just exchanged blows with the Corpse Demon.
Unexpected!
But Lin Xuan quickly calmed down again. He knew his own abilities well; there was absolutely no way the other party could recognize him.
Not the slightest strange expression showed on his face, as if he had never seen this person before. Lin Xuan sat steadily in his chair.
Conghui cultivated both dharma and body, his divine abilities were not weak, and his mind was quite nimble as well. In Haoshi City, he held considerable power. The Void Spirit Hall was an immensely fat post, and it was under his management.
"Amitabha. This old monk had matters just now and has troubled several fellow Daoists to wait." Monk Conghui pressed his palms together, his face full of an affable smile.
Lin Xuan and the others naturally