Chen Fan's heart tightened. The other party was actually exuding a forceful pressure that completely enveloped him, while his Divine Sense swept over him with utter abandon, as though trying to see straight through him.
Only then did the middle-aged man chuckle. "As expected of a disciple from Shushan Sixth Peak. To have such a robust and solid foundation at Foundation Establishment Late Stage is truly remarkable."
"Fellow Daoist Mo flatters him." An old man beside the middle-aged man spoke with a faintly amused, faintly mocking smile, his gaze then shifting slightly toward Chen Fan.
"Eh? Which hall are you a disciple of? You look rather unfamiliar." The old man was also in the Golden Core Realm, even slightly stronger than the middle-aged man. With a small frown, he questioned Chen Fan.
Fortunately, Chen Fan's human-skin mask was powerful enough to withstand the Divine Sense probes of two Golden Core Realm experts, and neither of them detected anything amiss.
His expression remained unchanged as he calmly said in a low voice, "This disciple is from the Immortal Sword Hall."
He was very composed. He knew that if he answered that he was from the Artifact Refining Hall, his identity would surely be exposed. After all, the Artifact Refining Hall had only three disciples, something everyone in Shushan knew.
As for the other halls, Chen Fan was unfamiliar with all of them and did not dare speak rashly. What if this old man happened to be the master of one of those halls? Then everything would be exposed.
Fortunately, Chen Fan had once seen the master of the Alchemy Hall, as well as that old crone—the master of the Immortal Sword Hall. Moreover, he was carrying a sharp sword at his side, and the two men had seen how firm his