It was a man with long hair braided into a single plait, dressed in blue.
His face was handsome and otherworldly, his figure upright as a pine, with a Black Scabbard slung diagonally across his back.
There was no blade in the scabbard. It was completely empty.
When Su Yi arrived, the handsome man in blue was already standing within ten feet of Wu Lingchong.
Strangely, Wu Lingchong clearly had not noticed the man in blue.
"Fellow Daoist, how did things go?"
Wu Lingchong asked.
"Stand there and don't move first."
As Su Yi spoke, his gaze had already turned toward the man in blue. "A god?"
Wu Lingchong froze. He abruptly turned his head to look, yet found nothing unusual.
Or rather, neither his eyes nor his Divine Sense could sense the blue-clothed man's existence!
His heart trembled, and a chill crawled down his spine.
The blue-clothed man said nothing.
His narrow eyes carried the weathered aura of countless years as he carefully examined Su Yi from top to bottom, as though trying to see through every secret on him.
After a long while, he seemed deeply disappointed. With a sigh, he said, "You are not Li Fuyou."
His voice was like a blade slowly scraping against hard stone—low, cold, murderous, and filled with a terrifying chill.
He turned to leave.
Suddenly, Su Yi's voice rang out. "I can be."
The blue-clothed man stopped at once. With his back to Su Yi, he said, "When you are, I will come find you again."
Before the words had faded, his figure silently vanished.
He did not leave behind even the slightest trace.
Even with Su Yi's Divine Sense, he had failed to notice how the other party had departed!
"This fellow... must be a god!"
Su Yi frowned.
Gods could