With Li Su's spiritual power, even before he began cultivating, he had already been able to sense the withered old man's gaze. Now that he had started cultivating, it was even more impossible for him to miss it.
Even though it had not been long—less than ten days in total.
The instant the other man's gaze fell upon him, Li Su immediately sensed it.
He had to say, it was truly wonderful that the one who had set his sights on him was a Golden Core old devil. After all, while demonic cultivators advanced quickly and were exceptionally formidable in battle, their flaws were just as enormous.
Their foundation was insufficient, their accumulation inadequate, their state of mind lacking, and so on.
To put it bluntly, demonic cultivation was a shortcut. If it could cover every aspect, who would bother putting in all that effort to cultivate orthodox methods?
Wouldn't everyone simply follow the demonic path?
Take this old thing, for example. He was far too impatient, nothing like someone who had lived for centuries. Instead, he was rash and impetuous, wanting to solve the problem immediately.
Was there any need for that?
There was not!
At least for now, although there was something wrong with the other's cultivation method, it had not yet reached a life-threatening point.
Honestly, if he had maintained that initial neither-warm-nor-cold attitude, the one suffering would probably have been Li Su.
After all, absorbing earthly baleful qi right under the other man's nose was something Li Su might have been capable of, but would never have had the chance to do.
If Li Su were the withered old man, the first thing he would have done would have been to keep the other party from ever leaving his sight.
After all, Li Su was still