Mangshan's False Fengdu

"What is it!"

Li Yan was startled and hurriedly turned around.

The Severing Dust Blade came down, while the Soul Hooking Chain in his left hand was ready to strike.

Although this "Snake Mirage" fog could conceal Spiritual Sense abilities, it was not particularly powerful.

Within a radius of one li, every scent and sound remained clearly discernible.

To approach them without making a sound, the person had to be an expert!

And that aged voice was drawing nearer.

"Why are you so flustered? I really wonder how you managed to make such a name for yourself..."

As he spoke, an old man appeared in the dense fog.

The old man was hunched over, his face covered in weathered wrinkles. He wore a battered straw hat, and a rustic tobacco pipe was tucked behind his waist.

No matter how one looked at him, he resembled an old country farmer.

Yet the moment Li Yan saw him, he understood. He sheathed his blade, clasped his hands, and said, "So it's Senior."

At Dragon Gate Inn, someone had once entered his dream, seemingly intending to tell him about Zhao the Donkey. Unfortunately, his Divine Soul was powerful, and he possessed many protective artifacts. He had forcibly awakened, but even after hurrying outside, he had failed to find anyone.

This old man had appeared in the inn before.

He had concealed himself well enough to avoid detection. Now that Li Yan saw him again, the answer came naturally.

He gave Wu Ba a meaningful glance, signaling him to put away the Tiger Crouching Cannon, then clasped his hands and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Senior should be Yin JiuGe, the 'Central Mound Builder' among the Netherworld Sect's Five Directions Yin Sacrifice, correct?"

"Oh?"

The old man's eyelids drooped. "How did you figure that