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The space before the Guiding Hall gradually became stagnant, as though time itself were about to freeze at that very moment.

The aged voice rang out once more.

"Hehe, young man, being arrogant is a good thing, but acting arrogant before this old man is truly courting death!"

Though the aged voice was laughing, anyone could clearly hear the indifference within it.

Like the Nine Heavens Icefield, bitterly cold to the bone.

Yang Chen smiled faintly.

"What, do all old people nowadays like to act without respect for their age?"

Yang Chen looked toward the depths of the Guiding Hall. There, a terrifying aura seemed to be continuously rising.

The black-clothed man standing between the two was completely dumbfounded.

He did not even know when Yang Chen had left a divine soul mark on him. And one had to know that he was a half-step Immortal Realm expert.

To leave such a mark beneath his very nose without him noticing could only mean one thing.

The other party's strength surpassed his by far, far too much.

The black-clothed man's mouth twitched slightly.

The other party was clearly only at the peak of the Ninth Revolution.

Even the little mirror had reported the same thing.

The little mirror could not possibly be wrong, yet a mere peak Ninth Revolution cultivator had not even brushed against the threshold of the Immortal Realm.

Was he really that worthless?

Just as the black-clothed man began to question his entire life, an aged figure appeared at his side at some unknown moment, his gray robe gently swaying.

White hair cascaded down, hanging in midair.

Though the wrinkles on his face were like ravines, the man gave off an exceptionally vigorous feeling, hale and hearty despite his age.

"Junior, this is the Guiding Hall, not one