The old man's bearing was rather extraordinary, yet the fluctuations of spiritual power around him were faint to the point of seeming there and not there; without careful sensing, they could scarcely be detected at all.
At first, Lin Xuan thought the old man must have cultivated some special high-level technique, but after sweeping him carefully with his divine sense, he found that the other party was not deliberately restraining his aura at all. He truly possessed only the first layer of the Spirit Movement Stage.
This genuinely astonished Lin Xuan.
Given the man's age, he did not look like a novice who had only just stepped onto the immortal path no matter how one looked at it, let alone the respectful expressions the attendants downstairs wore toward him. Clearly, this old man was the shopkeeper of this "Hundred Herb Hall."
Yet for such a large shop, the cultivation of the person in charge was so low. It truly felt somewhat inconceivable.
Although the old man's magic power was not worth mentioning, there was not the slightest hint of contempt on Lin Xuan's face. The presence around the other party was in no way inferior to the Core Condensation experts he had once seen.
In the briefest instant, all sorts of thoughts turned through Lin Xuan's mind, but not the slightest trace showed on his face. He cupped his fist and said, "Greetings, elder."
Seeing that Lin Xuan remained calm and unruffled even after glimpsing his cultivation, a trace of approval flashed across the old man's face. He likewise cupped his fist and said, "This old man's Daoist title is Yellow Crane Loose Immortal, and I am the shopkeeper of this Hundred Herb Hall. If young friend does not mind, please follow me up to the second floor."
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