"Clip-clop, clip-clop—"
A scrawny donkey pulled a donkey cart that looked ready to fall apart at any moment into everyone's view.
The so-called second-tier Formation Master wore Coarse Cloth Clothes riddled with patches. His sallow old face was carved with gullies and wrinkles, and he smiled foolishly, exposing a mouthful of sparse, aged teeth. He had not the slightest air of an immortal sage; he looked more like an old farmer plucked straight out of a field.
At the Training Ground.
There were over a dozen Guiyuan Sect cultivators present.
Yet as they looked at the old farmer before them, all wore baffled expressions, as though none of them recognized him.
Most crucially, Chen Sanshi's Qi Observation Technique could not see through this man's cultivation.
In his eyes, this person was no different from an ordinary mortal.
Perhaps this Formation Master possessed some special means of concealing his cultivation.
This world was subject to Great Dao Suppression. Cultivators above Peak Qi Refining were forbidden from entering.
Thus, Magic Cultivators were generally only at Qi Refining Late Stage or Peak Qi Refining. No one could exceed that range.
So, in theory, there should have been no need to hide anything.
Perhaps the cultivation technique he practiced was unusual, or perhaps he simply habitually concealed his cultivation.
Of course, special circumstances could not be ruled out.
The donkey cart slowly came to a stop before the crowd.
The old farmer clambered down sluggishly. Showing blackened teeth, he bowed to everyone in turn and said in a hoarse voice, "This little old man is Huang Lao Jiu. Greetings, fellow disciples and Daoist friends!"
"Huang Lao Jiu?"
The Guiyuan Sect cultivators looked at one another and asked around, but came to no conclusion.
At last, the cultivators could not help asking, "Senior Brother, which