Once I realized that the aura was moving so fast I had no chance of escaping, I could only stop with Zou Wei on my back and wait for it to arrive. Sure enough, a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six soon appeared before me.
The young man looked ordinary, but his black hair was streaked with desolate snow-white, seemingly hereditary. Yet none of that concealed the brilliance in his eyes, which was unforgettable at first sight. Dressed in coarse gray-white cloth, he possessed an otherworldly air tinged with carefree ease.
I stared blankly at the faint, indistinct mist surrounding him. Was this a Spirit Transformation cultivator? Had such a figure truly appeared in these waters?
"May I ask why Senior followed us?" I set Zou Wei down.
Seeing the young man's mysterious, barrier-like immortal cloud, Zou Wei's eyes froze for a moment. After all, one's bearing reflected one's spirit, while appearance was merely an aid. By human instinct, it was difficult not to feel goodwill toward him, as though they had met before.
The young man sized Zou Wei up before finally turning to me. "Outsider, why did you enter the Ancient City waters? Are you coveting the treasures here, or scheming after the divine spark of the departed god?"
"Senior, I've come to find someone. I have no interest whatsoever in the treasures or divine spark here." I spoke calmly, but as I looked at the young man, my heart gave a sudden jolt. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"Oh? You're not coveting the Ancient City's relics, nor scheming after the divine spark. You've come to find someone instead? How novel." The young man looked at me coldly, then laughed darkly. "There are some people on the outskirts of the Ancient City, but here