"Senior, I'll have to trouble you!"
The moment Chen Fan spoke, everyone in the gathering place stirred. Their gazes sharpened as they instantly turned toward the direction he was looking!
That area was likewise packed with cultivators, yet among them, the only one worthy of being called "Senior" was a white-haired old man. His clothes were exceedingly plain and simple, and he wore a peaceful smile. His cultivation realm was utterly unfathomable—one simply could not see through it. He looked like an ordinary old man from the mortal world, completely unremarkable!
"What? How could it be him?!" The experts from the major factions were all startled, their faces filled with disbelief.
In truth, after Chen Fan had passed the second bolt of heavenly tribulation, he had heard a voice from the sacrificial platform. It was an utterly ordinary voice transmission, yet it made his expression shift slightly, because he recognized its owner. He was far too familiar with that voice to ever forget it.
"Little fellow, we meet again! You have comprehended the Nine Palaces Sword Art quite well. You are worth my helping once. Fight without worry. If you can seize first place, I will ensure you leave this place safely!" The voice was old and calm.
In an instant, Chen Fan recalled the old man he had encountered two years ago in Giant Ten Thousand City's Marketplace, within a hidden, cramped old shop. That man had once given him an ancient map. Back then, he had suspected the man was the Nine Palaces Elder, but later shook his head and dismissed the thought. If he truly had been the Nine Palaces Elder, someone would have recognized him long ago!
He had looked out from the sacrificial platform before, but he had been unable to locate that old man