"Kid, I saved you. If you're not grateful, fine—but what's with that look you're giving me?"
The old man stroked his chin, clearly very dissatisfied with Ye Lin's gaze.
"Thank you, Senior, for coming to my aid. I was only curious because you look very much like an old acquaintance of mine."
Realizing his discourtesy, Ye Lin hurriedly rose and clasped his fists toward the old man.
"Hmph. Everyone who doesn't know me says I look like some old acquaintance of theirs. Is this old man's face one of those common faces mortals always talk about? How strange."
Upon hearing Ye Lin's words, the old man chuckled as he stroked his long beard.
Ye Lin did not look at the old man, instead surveying his surroundings. It was an exceedingly dilapidated mountain cave. In the distance within the cave was a platform suspended in midair, upon which sat several dozen figures.
All of them sat cross-legged on the platform, cultivating.
Ye Lin found it hard to imagine that the old man before him was at the very least a Loose Immortal. To pull him in beneath the noses of a group of Mahayana cultivators—he was undoubtedly a Loose Immortal.
Loose Immortal experts had once been the stuff of legends. Yet now, one was hiding in such a shabby place. It was truly enough to make one ashamed.
"They were all saved by this old man. Every one of them is young, and every one of them has an incomparably tragic past."
Seeing the look in Ye Lin's eyes, the old man explained.
"Saving you this time exposed this old man's identity. It seems this place is no longer peaceful. Time to take them somewhere else."
The old man looked overhead, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of space to