In the starry sky.
Su Yi and the middle-aged Daoist-robed man strode forward together.
In the middle-aged Daoist-robed man's eyes, Su Yi was at most twenty years old. He could not possibly be some old monster; his bone age was there for all to see and could not be faked.
Yet this young man dared to travel through the starry sky alone. Either his background was astonishing, or he had something else to rely on.
And that reliance was most likely some extremely powerful secret treasure!
Besides that, the middle-aged Daoist-robed man had also noticed that Su Yi's aura was highly unusual. He appeared to possess no cultivation at all, yet upon closer scrutiny, he gave the man an unfathomable feeling.
All this piqued the middle-aged Daoist-robed man's interest. He planned to sound out this young man's background and see whether he was a plump little sheep fat enough to provide a hearty meal.
Yet in Su Yi's eyes, the middle-aged Daoist-robed man could be summed up in one sentence: an old leek delivered right to his doorstep!
Both harbored their own thoughts, but their expressions were equally "kind." They chatted and laughed with ease, like old friends reuniting after many years apart.
In truth, one saw the other as a fat sheep, while the other saw him as a leek.
"By the way, I have yet to ask, little brother, what is your honored name, and who is your master?"
The middle-aged Daoist-robed man asked with a seemingly casual smile.
Su Yi said with a smile, "Better not say it. I'm afraid your heart won't be able to take it, old brother."
A glint flashed through the middle-aged Daoist-robed man's eyes, and he laughed as well. Leisurely, he said, "To be honest, little brother, I have weathered great storms