That divine sense circled Lin Xuan once, then withdrew. It held not the slightest hostility, yet Lin Xuan felt his forehead bead with crystalline sweat.
His heart was filled with shock. Speaking of it, he could now be considered a high-level cultivator, yet compared to an old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm, there was still a gap so distant it could never be reached. Just the divine sense alone was already like this. If the man actually made a move, what kind of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sight would that be...
All sorts of thoughts turned through his mind. Seeing his master rise, Lin Xuan naturally did not dare keep sitting there swaggeringly. He likewise stood with his hands at his sides, a faintly respectful look showing on his face.
An old man in a blue robe walked into the cave residence. Judging from his appearance, there was nothing unusual about him in the least. The only thing that left a deep impression was that this man had only one eye, and his build was tall and large, fully two meters in height.
"Martial Uncle!"
"No need for ceremony. Sit!"
The old man actually seemed very amiable. Then his gaze turned once over Lin Xuan's face. "You are the new disciple Martial Nephew Tongyu took in?"
"Junior Lin Xuan pays respects to Grandmaster."
"Mm, not bad!" The old man nodded. "I have heard Martial Nephew Tongyu tell me about you. To step into the Core Condensation stage at the mere age of just over forty, you truly are a fine talent of excellent quality. Even when this old man was young, I was far from your match."
"Grandmaster overpraises me. This disciple-grandson was merely fortunate." Lin Xuan was startled and hurriedly answered with care. Though the possibility was very small, he