"Greetings, Martial Uncle."
Ouyang Qinxin gathered her robes and bowed, and Lin Xuan also bent at the waist toward the front. Then he felt a cool, clear gaze fall upon him.
Using the teleportation formation, the two of them had arrived directly at the top floor of the pagoda.
It was a circular chamber, roughly several zhang in diameter.
It could not be called spacious, but there was not the slightest sense of crowding either.
There was nothing else in the room. Only in the center stood a bed of cold jade, and upon the bed sat an old man cross-legged. His beard and hair were both white, yet he showed not the slightest sign of senility. Instead, he gave off an air of drifting beyond the dust of the mortal world.
But on closer inspection, one would find the old man's complexion somewhat ashen, and within his eyes there was a faint trace of weariness.
"There is no need for the young sect master to be so courteous. Please, rise at once."
The old man raised a hand in a gesture of support, his face full of a kind smile, appearing exceptionally respectful toward the worthy and humble before scholars.
Though gravely injured, the feeling the old man gave off was still unfathomable. An old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm—sure enough, not a single one of them was easy to deal with. Lin Xuan secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but on the surface, he still wore an indifferent expression.
Seeing this youth face him and yet remain so composed, Taixu Master's brows furrowed imperceptibly, but immediately returned to normal.
"As for this old man's affairs, I presume Martial Niece Ouyang has already mentioned them to fellow Daoist. This Nine Heavens Returning Yang Pill is extremely difficult to