This old man was also one of those whose exact strength Chen Fan could not sense. However, Chen Fan did not feel much pressure from him either. He did not know whether the man was not strong enough, or simply hiding himself well enough.
Chen Fan's eyes flickered as he cupped his fists and asked, "...Why do you say that, Senior?"
The squint-eyed old man smiled and pointed sideways at a man-high stone stele not far away.
"You'll know once you read it."
Chen Fan raised his brows slightly and looked at the stone stele, his expression turning grave.
His divine sense swept over it, yet he could not detect anything unusual about the stele at all. Only when he looked at it with his naked eye did he discover that it was covered in densely packed writing.
"Interesting..."
The stele alone was no ordinary object.
Chen Fan stepped forward, his eyes flickering as he quickly read through the words inscribed upon it.
His expression then grew slightly solemn.
This place was indeed a grotto-heaven left behind by the immortal Hao Fang. However, it had not been left behind to seek a successor. There were indeed trials and dangers within, dangers that might even threaten the lives of those undertaking the trials, but it did not say that passing the trials would necessarily make one the immortal's disciple.
Passing the trials would merely allow one to obtain treasures and leave this grotto-heaven!
The difference between becoming an immortal's successor by passing the trials and obtaining treasures before leaving by passing the trials was enormous.
Furthermore, this testing ground had a special requirement: thirty-one people had to gather before it could truly be opened.
Chen Fan was the twenty-eighth person, still three short of opening it.
Chen Fan's expression turned subtle