Chen Yan did not recognize the gray-black Daoist robe worn by the man.
But he suddenly realized that with his Spiritual Sense as it was, he could not see through the other man's cultivation.
That could only mean one thing.
The other man's cultivation was higher than his, or at the very least, on par with his.
But Chen Yan was highly experienced.
From the man's expression and every detail of his movements, he could infer the other man's cultivation.
Guiyi Realm.
The man in the gray-black Daoist robe was a Guiyi Realm cultivator.
Chen Yan knew what a Guiyi Realm cultivator represented on the surface of Kunwu Continent—
the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao.
It was nearly impossible for someone of that level to appear aboard such an ordinary Ferry Ship.
If so, the man's identity was already clear.
He was from one of the Hidden Sects.
Or, more likely, he was a cultivator from Xiguang Sect.
In other words, he had come looking for Chen Yan.
Not everyone had Spiritual Sense as keen as Chen Yan's. The highest-level Immortal Cultivators aboard the Ferry Ship were its captain and Yuan Xingxiu of Shuiyun Sect.
Both were Martial Spring Realm cultivators.
No one immediately noticed the man, who had appeared at the bow at some point and seemed to be a Xiguang Sect cultivator.
Not until he drew everyone's attention himself.
The Immortal Cultivator in the gray-black Daoist robe first raised his right hand high, gathering gray-black mist around it.
Then, at the very instant he brought his right hand crashing toward the deck, a long, dark-silver spear suddenly appeared in his grasp.
A deafening crash rang out, and the deck splintered.
The man drove the dark-silver spear in his hand into the planks beneath his feet.
A violent pressure