Chen Fan's heart jolted, and he stared wide-eyed.
The ancient painting was a portrait, and the person in it was actually a Daoist priest. With his narrow, squinting eyes and his sanctimonious smile like that of a charlatan, he was none other than the Fat Daoist Chen Fan had encountered years ago in an Immortal Cave of the Heavenly Court.
It could be said that Chen Fan's survival to this day, armed with the Nine Palaces Sword Art, was largely due to the fortuitous opportunity brought by that Fat Daoist.
Yet after that encounter, he had never seen the Fat Daoist again. Even in the Earth Cultivation World, there had been no trace of such a person at all. Among nearly every major sect, including the Golden Core cultivators among the rogue cultivators, he had never heard of anyone like him.
Moreover, the fact that the Fat Daoist had appeared outside his Immortal Cave that day was truly shocking. Every Immortal Cave in the Heavenly Court drifted aimlessly and had no fixed location, yet the Fat Daoist had come and gone as he pleased, utterly mysterious.
And now, years later, Chen Fan had actually found his portrait in a little wooden hut in the Great Immortal Cultivation World. It left him thoroughly astonished.
Could he have come to this realm as well? Chen Fan wondered as he slowly walked up to the ancient painting.
Then he shook his head and completely dismissed the thought. The portrait was far too old—it had existed for at least a century, perhaps even longer than the wooden hut itself.
Who exactly was he?
Chen Fan's heart tightened. He took the ancient painting down from the wooden wall and examined it again for a while, but found nothing else.
Everything in the little wooden hut