The green-armored man's armor looked plain and unadorned, but his aura was formidable. He was at least at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. As for the middle-aged man with white at his temples, Lu Xiaotian found him shrouded in mist, like a mountain hidden in clouds. His heart tightened. He had only ever felt this way around Great Cultivators.
Though Lu Xiaotian's strength had greatly diminished, only his magical power had suffered; his divine sense remained undiminished. Of everyone present, only the middle-aged man with white at his temples gave him the feeling that he was impossible to see through.
After his battle with the two-headed snake demon Biqiong, Lu Xiaotian understood the gap between himself and Great Cultivators or Great Demons. Even at his peak, he had been far inferior. Now, in his current condition, the disparity was all the greater.
"Mr. Chuyun. Clan Head Mangxiao!" Seeing the green-armored man and the middle-aged man with white at his temples, Fang Ling hurriedly bowed to them.
Even Muye Changting, who had been rather arrogant moments ago, bowed to the two men. Though he, too, was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, there was a considerable difference in strength between them. It would take him at least several centuries to close the gap.
"Brother Zhuqing invited the two of us here. We didn't expect to run into you as well. It seems we've arrived at an inconvenient time." Clan Head Mangxiao, the middle-aged man with white at his temples, smiled calmly and remarked offhandedly.
"Elder Zhuqing!" Fang Ling heard this and inwardly groaned. Muye Changting had pursued her for some time, and she rather liked him too. So when he asked her to get the Netherbone Sword Youlan, she had used some of her authority to help him. Still, she had crossed the