Lin Xuan gave nothing away, but a faint sense of anticipation stirred in his heart. As the saying went, you could wear out iron shoes searching in vain, only to find it without the slightest effort. By a twist of fate, perhaps he would come away with something worthwhile today.
He did have some confidence in his Qi Concealment Technique, so although he was very close, he was not worried about being exposed.
Though those cultivators did not belong to the same sect, they had still split into several groups. After their escape lights descended, they exchanged a few glances, and then the leaders gathered on the mountaintop.
There were two men and one woman, and their cultivation was also the highest among the group; all three had reached the mid Core Condensation realm.
Lin Xuan, however, gave the female cultivator a few extra looks.
Of course, it was not because he was bewitched by her looks. Though her features could be considered pretty, she was by no means an unforgettable beauty. What surprised Lin Xuan was that she was actually a Ghost Path cultivator.
Moreover, the technique she cultivated definitely had an effect that preserved her appearance. Otherwise, apart from an anomaly like himself, ordinary Core Condensation cultivators would generally be at least over a hundred years old, yet this woman looked youthful and beautiful, like someone in her early twenties.
Of the other two, one was tall and heroic in bearing, yet his hair hung loose and disheveled, his whole body filled with an unruly, free-spirited air.
The last one was already old, and his appearance was extremely ordinary. He wore a fiery red long robe, so his clothing instead became the only eye-catching thing about him.
After the three gathered together, they each nodded, which counted as