Of course, imposing as he was, to others he might have just looked like some senile old man running his mouth, Yu Lian thought.
He still remembered the Lan Jiufeng he had met last time. In appearance, he had been a strange old man, strong as a young man, with an ethereal air and a rather flashy style. But in the world sensed by psychics, he had been a divine sword pointing straight at the heavens.
Now, though, he was still a peculiar old man—the sort who'd stroll along the beach in a floral shirt, pull out a dombra at any moment, and start singing to himself, leaving a gaggle of bikini-clad young women weak in the knees. Yet in the world of Yu Lian's own aura and spiritual sight... he was still just an ordinary, peculiar old man.
But back then, Yu Lian had only been a rookie at the fifth ring. Now he had entered the Saint stage, growing ever farther from humanity and ever closer to a spiritual being. By rights, his spiritual perception should have been at least an order of magnitude stronger than it had been at the fifth ring. Even without "Cosmic Intuition" and "Dimensional Insight," those cheat-like abilities that granted all-around awareness, he should have made an excellent scout.
And yet, all he had seen was an ordinary lecherous old man.
"So, during your seclusion, did you really witness some profound spiritual mysteries?" Yu Lian was still curious. He had lived two lives, but the knowledge on the side of Truth was something he had never encountered before.
He had already forgotten that the conversation had gone off track.
"Everyone sees something different. My experience is meaningless to you. This is the one thing I can teach you." Lan Jiufeng smiled.
"So, I