The White-haired Old Man hurriedly withdrew his gaze and turned away. His heartbeat, which had not quickened in many years, was now pounding wildly.
Had he... just imagined it?
After calming himself, the White-haired Old Man turned back to look at Hua Yunfei, frowning, his gaze complicated.
"Someone who looks like him?"
He couldn't explain what he had just seen.
Or rather, he didn't dare think too deeply about it.
"It should just be someone who resembles him, appearing after all these years. Even if he carries the aura of that place, he is ultimately not the same person."
The White-haired Old Man muttered to himself, then looked at the others. "Otherwise, if you really were him, how could these people be worthy of sitting with you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the White-haired Old Man suddenly drew circles with both hands, condensing a special Dao seal to dispel all karma and heavenly secrets.
"I have no interest in getting involved, and I don't want to know anything. Don't drag me into this."
The White-haired Old Man seemed extremely wary. He was doing everything he could to avoid contact with any karma, unwilling to get entangled in certain events.
Then he moved far away from Hua Yunfei.
From beginning to end, he never looked at Hua Yunfei again.
The White-haired Old Man glanced at Nether Son once more, and everything was clear to him.
He waved a hand, and the others gradually emerged from their enlightenment.
"Senior."
Seeing the White-haired Old Man standing before the giant tree, everyone hurriedly rose and bowed, their expressions respectful.
"No need for formalities. All of you young friends have remarkable talent. I'm very pleased that you could attend this Enlightenment Tea Party." The White-haired Old Man chuckled and gestured for them to sit.