As a result, he saw that mountain hovering above Falling Star City.
And the madman who had refined a Law Position wonder and hung a mountain in the sky had somehow disguised his cultivation so perfectly that he looked like a Third Realm Cultivator fresh out of the gate!
You'd refined a Law Position wonder and were brazenly displaying it for all to see. What was the point of disguising your cultivation?
Han Che was speechless, but he chalked it up to the man's eccentricity.
Partly to test the waters, and partly to satisfy his uncontainable curiosity, he finally couldn't resist showing himself and going over to strike up a conversation.
—Wait, you're from Wenjian Sect? Then where the hell am I from?
He didn't expose the other man. Thinking of the series of downright bizarre things the man had just done, Han Che felt a strange unease. Could he be baiting me?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, cold sweat drenched Han Che's back.
If he didn't know when to quit and stayed to press the man for answers—or worse, accidentally revealed that he was the real Elder of Wenjian Sect and exposed the old monster's lie to his face—then a fight was probably unavoidable.
In his current state, he couldn't afford to fight anyone, especially someone of the same realm.
The more Han Che thought about it, the more his heart pounded with fear.
"So you're a distinguished disciple of Wenjian Sect! My apologies, my apologies!"
Han Che repeatedly cupped his hands, but his feet had already begun backing away of their own accord. "I'm just an obscure Rogue Cultivator, a country bumpkin from the wilderness. I'm nobody worth mentioning."
He wiped the cold sweat beading on his forehead and spoke at lightning speed:
"I just remembered