Li Ya looked toward the old man by the river and asked with narrowed eyes, "And who might you be, sir? How do you know me?"
The youth in plain clothes stopped as well and looked at them nervously. This old man's aura was unfathomably deep, and he had revealed his master's origins in a single breath. No matter how one looked at him, he was anything but simple.
The old man slowly rose to his feet. He turned to Li Ya, revealing a face covered in wrinkles. His eyes were so hollow they made one shudder.
"If I said I was an immortal god, would you believe me?" the old man said indifferently, staring at Li Ya.
Li Ya raised an eyebrow and said, "Anyone who reaches Nirvana can call themselves an immortal. There are plenty of immortals in this world. Why wouldn't I believe you?"
An immortal god!
The youth in plain clothes was stunned. He hurriedly slipped off the hemp rope from his body and watched the old man warily.
He had lived through his family's ruin and death, so his vigilance was extremely high.
"I am Immortal Monarch Huangfeng of the Heavenly Court, standing above the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Everything in your eyes is, in mine, not even as large as my palm."
As the old man spoke, he lifted his right hand and looked down at his own palm.
Such arrogant words made Li Ya's brow furrow. Wariness also rose in his heart, and he prepared himself for battle at any moment.
"Over these hundreds of thousands of years, I have sent people several times to aid you and pass Daoist teachings to you. Of course, the fact that you have achieved what you have today is also because your own fortune is very