Wu Tiannan had encountered this old man more than a dozen times. Every time, the old man had been lying not far from him.
At first, he had thought it was merely a chance encounter.
But after it happened again and again, Wu Tiannan was certain the old man was deliberately following him.
He drew a deep breath and was about to step forward and ask directly when the old man suddenly sat up. He looked toward the sky, his face filled with astonishment and surprise.
Wu Tiannan was puzzled. While keeping his guard up against the old man, he looked toward the sky as well, but saw nothing unusual.
The old man did not take advantage of the moment to launch a sudden attack, either.
"Strange."
The old man muttered to himself.
"Senior, why have you been following me?"
Wu Tiannan drew a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.
The old man withdrew his gaze and looked at Wu Tiannan, chuckling. "It isn't me following you. This is fate! Why is your luck so extraordinary, boy?"
Before Wu Tiannan could react, the old man had already appeared in front of him. He walked one circle around Wu Tiannan, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Not simple. Truly not simple. The Martial Dao you cultivate is somewhat extraordinary, and so is your luck. Who is your master?"
"I..."
Wu Tiannan was deeply shocked. The old man's strength was far beyond his own. If the old man wanted to kill him, it would take no more effort than blowing away dust.
Could he be the Immortal Celestial Venerable?
Though he thought this, he did not know how to answer for the moment.
Who was his master?
His guide on the Martial Dao was not his master in the sense of