First impressions between people were quite interesting. Sometimes, just a tiny point of common ground was enough for them to hit it off. When Song Shuhang saw the other party's technique of "cutting himself in half to act," he felt especially close to him.
However, it was hard to say what impression the other party had of him—at that moment, Song Shuhang was draped in a bedsheet and wearing a mask. His appearance was extremely distinctive, and no matter how one looked at him, he didn't resemble a good person.
Half-Torso Daoist was clearly somewhat wary when he saw Song Shuhang, and quietly swept his divine sense toward him.
After sweeping over him, Half-Torso Daoist's divine sense involuntarily entered vibration mode... He sensed that the other party likewise possessed a magical artifact that "concealed and suppressed his aura," hiding his true cultivation realm. Yet even the hair the other party revealed emitted a terrifying aura. In his perception, the aura of the hair atop the other party's head was like an endless sea, unfathomably deep! If the power within it erupted, it would be enough to sever the heavens and split the earth.
The aura of a single tuft of hair was already so terrifying. If the other party removed the magical artifact that "suppressed his aura," it was impossible to imagine just how frightening he would become.
He was definitely an unparalleled senior expert!
He couldn't afford to provoke him. He mustn't provoke him.
Half-Torso Daoist's imposing manner weakened by a notch.
The dull hair atop Pavilion Master Chu swayed slightly. She was somewhat displeased at having her divine sense swept over by a junior.
Song Shuhang reached out to soothe Pavilion Master Chu's dull hair, then looked toward the other party and was just about to speak.
"Huh?