During this conversation.
The three had already crossed the "Spatial Dharma Bridge" and arrived at the Feather Dragon Clan's holy land—the Feather Immortal Ancient Land.
By then, Wei Tu had long since emerged from seclusion and arrived at the end of this "Spatial Dharma Bridge," waiting for the Feather Dragon Clan's Dragon Lord to arrive.
Thus, the moment Purple Chi Lord and White Horned Dragon Immortal entered the "Feather Immortal Ancient Land," they caught sight of Wei Tu's true appearance.
Yet, upon seeing this scene.
Purple Chi Lord remained composed, still wearing that faint smile.
But... White Horned Dragon Immortal, who had come with him, frowned slightly in secret.
For the Wei Tu before him appeared not only ordinary in appearance, but even his temperament seemed mundane, possessing nothing astonishing enough to make one's eyes light up.
This cultivator... is Wei Tu, the man hunted across realms by the Qilin Flame Divine Clan? The one among the Spirit Realm's younger generation who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Feng Qing? White Horned Dragon Immortal's pupils contracted as he found it rather unbelievable.
He had met Feng Qing more than once and retained a deep impression of his overbearing, arrogant bearing.
Wei Tu, however, seemed his complete opposite, without the slightest resemblance to him.
A frightening man. Yet White Horned Dragon Immortal did not belittle Wei Tu in his heart. On the contrary, he now felt a faint, elusive wariness toward him.
It was true that he differed from Feng Qing, but that did not mean cultivators of this kind were inferior to Feng Qing.
One resembled a cold pool, dark and bottomless; the other a rushing waterfall, its waves roaring like the Milky Way plunging beneath the setting sun.
It was difficult to distinguish which was superior.
But without question,