No one knew how long passed before two figures appeared, concealing their auras as they hid among the clouds.
Before them, numerous formations that concealed auras had been set up.
"Where's the fat sheep?" Ji Buping asked cautiously.
"In the formation below." Qi Yuan secretly blew out a breath.
The clouds ahead dispersed, revealing a gray-robed figure.
However, the formation obscured him, making him impossible to see clearly.
The gray-robed man appeared rather ordinary. Trapped within an ancient formation, with immortal spiritual qi flowing around him, he seemed to be breaking the formation.
For some reason, the moment Ji Buping saw that gray-robed figure, his heart gave a violent thump, as though he had sensed immense danger.
"Fellow Daoist... why do I feel that he... seems far from simple?"
Ji Buping spoke, a trace of hesitation in his voice.
"Isn't he quite ordinary? If there's anything unusual about him, it's only that he's a little old," Qi Yuan said.
Ji Buping looked again. "For some reason, the sight of him makes my heart pound. He isn't incredibly powerful, is he?"
Unfortunately, the formation blocked his view, and he could not see clearly.
"He's nothing special. Look at that ancient formation below—it's battered and broken, neglected for ages. Put a young, strong man in there, and he'd probably knock it over in a few blows.
"As for him, he's old. He pushes for a while, then stops to rest. One look tells you he's no match for the two of us," Qi Yuan explained.
Ji Buping was only half convinced when his face suddenly filled with shock. "He tore open space with one punch!"
"The space inside that ancient formation has aged and rusted away. You could tear it apart too!"
"But he... a Yang Spirit Heavenly Venerate??!!!" Ji Buping's heart