After leaving the tavern, the cultivators traveled together in twos and threes. Shen Fan followed behind the burly man and his companions, which actually made him rather conspicuous.
Perhaps the aura he displayed was simply too weak, however, for many people to pay attention to him.
But when the burly man and his companions reached a deserted, open area, he finally lost his patience. He turned and roared at Shen Fan:
"Where did you crawl out from, you little punk? Why are you following me? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
The companions around the burly man also stared at Shen Fan with ill intent. Clearly, they had noticed him following them long ago.
Shen Fan had never intended to hide himself anyway. Seeing that the surroundings were suitable, he decided to act.
Before that, however, he wanted to confirm something:
"Was everything you said in the tavern true?
"Has Kong Ming really begun a closed-door retreat that he won't leave until he succeeds?"
"Hm? What business does a mere True Ancestor like you have asking about that?
"And do you have any idea who Great Sage Kong Ming is? How dare you address him by name?
"Boy, are you courting death?!"
Seeing that his questions had gone unanswered, Shen Fan gradually lost the last of his patience:
"Forget it. Since you won't tell me, I'll take a look myself!"
As he spoke, Shen Fan released a trace of his True Sage pressure. Instantly, the burly man and his companions were pinned in place, unable to move!
Traces of disbelief still lingered on their faces!
How is this fellow a True Sage?
Why would an exalted True Sage disguise himself as an ordinary True Ancestor?
Too many questions burst into the burly man's mind. Unfortunately, before he had time to make