"Where are you headed, Fellow Daoist?"
The Confucian Saint, clad in white robes and bearing an extraordinary air, smiled as he stared at Duan Yuntian.
He had actually arrived long ago, but had not revealed himself. He had done so to guard against any other hidden cards Duan Yuntian might possess; after all, he was a figure renowned throughout the Spirit Domain.
Such a man was bound to have some trump cards.
Neither he nor Jiang Che would underestimate him.
And it was precisely this caution that had blocked his path.
"Who are you?"
Green-blue flames flickered ceaselessly within Duan Yuntian's skeletal eye sockets. He seemed never to have heard of the man before him, yet the aura emanating from him made his heart tremble.
He was absolutely one of the foremost figures of the present age.
"More than six hundred years ago, the people of the world called this old man the Confucian Saint. More than six hundred years later, others call this old man Mister Jiang. Have you ever heard this old man's name, Fellow Daoist?"
The Confucian Saint spoke calmly.
"The Confucian Saint! It's actually you!"
Duan Yuntian's heart sank.
Of course he had heard that name. Back then, he had pursued Feng Wuji all the way to the Eastern Sea, only to stop before Sacred Sea City. The fundamental reason was that he had sensed an exceedingly obscure yet powerful aura.
It had issued him a veiled warning.
Later, after investigating through every possible means, he had narrowed that expert's identity down to several names. Among them was the Confucian Saint, who had once been famous throughout the world.
He simply had not expected that the man was truly still alive.
And that his strength was this terrifying.
By his senses, the other man's aura was