Jin Ge shook his head at that. "I don't know. Greetings, Elder Youjian. What are you...?"
"The Soul-Splitting Realm is beyond me," the white-haired old man said frankly. "I don't have many years left, so I came out for a walk."
"You jest, Elder," Jin Ge said with a smile. "The old path of Patriarch Master of the Pot may not be entirely without reference..."
"Don't mention him to me," Elder Youjian said bluntly. "I don't want to live into that kind of joke."
"If I hadn't been affected by his Assimilation into the Dao, I wouldn't have come out of seclusion either... Ah, forget it. Let's not talk about it."
Then he looked at Qu Jianlei and Han Li, giving a slight nod. "All rising talents, young and promising... Hm?"
He looked at Qu Jianlei again. "An Out-of-Body Realm cultivator under four hundred... I have only ever seen this once in my life."
"Greetings, Senior," Qu Jianlei said calmly, raising his hands in a cupped-fist salute, then said not another word.
As soon as the man arrived, he had first chatted with Jin Ge about Qingkong, treating him and Han Li as if they were nothing. It was exactly as Qingning had said—acting old and selling oldness.
But at this moment, Qu Jianlei no longer cared about that minor detail. A hint of vigilance had arisen in his heart: the other party faintly harbored hostility!
It was the same old point—if he were still in the Nascent Soul Realm, he truly would not have been able to sense such subtle emotion.
But they had never met before, so where did this hostility come from? He could not quite figure it out.
Still, there was no need to overthink it. Now that he was already in the Out-of-Body Realm, so