"Like whom?"
Aboard the Heavenly River Soaring Void Ship, Luo Chen sketched freely on a sheet of pristine white Xuan Paper in a quiet room.
Sima Hui Niang stood beside him, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as she watched the outline take shape.
Wrinkles spread across the face like creeping roots.
It was gaunt and withered, like a tree nearing the end of its days.
The face had seemed kindly enough, but the sinister eyes Luo Chen added with a final stroke made it dark and chilling.
At Luo Chen's question, Sima Hui Niang hesitated, then parted her red lips.
"It does look familiar. A little like a senior from the Five Elements Divine Sect who once took it upon himself to look after us."
Luo Chen set down his brush and looked at Sima Hui Niang's profile as she searched her memory.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up.
"That's right! This face bears a good six or seven parts' resemblance to Lingmu True Person!"
"So it really was him?"
Luo Chen murmured to himself.
Fu Old had said as much when they spoke in private.
Before Sima Hui Niang stepped down as Luo Tian Sect Master, she had dealt often with the Five Elements Divine Sect. Naturally, she had met Lingmu True Person, that kindly man everyone called a good old soul.
And now she thought so too!
Sima Hui Niang heard Luo Chen's words and looked puzzled.
"Husband, when you returned, Lingmu True Person's body had been destroyed by a Demon Emperor, and his Nascent Soul was in seclusion recovering. You shouldn't have met him, should you? Why draw his portrait out of the blue?"
Why?
Luo Chen wanted to ask the same thing.
For a cultivator who had yet to reach the Spirit Transformation Realm and condense a