"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"
His clear voice rang out across the sky. Jiang Chen rode the wind toward them, clad in a feathered robe and holding an oiled-paper umbrella as he walked upon empty air, drifting like an immortal.
At the sight of Jiang Chen's sudden appearance, Corpse Daoist's expression shifted slightly. He had not expected another cultivator to emerge halfway through. Yet after studying Jiang Chen for a few moments, as if confirming something, he relaxed again.
"Brat, you've only just entered Qi Refining. You may not even have mastered a single spell, yet you want to play the fisherman reaping the spoils? Aren't you afraid of breaking your own teeth?"
Corpse Daoist looked at Jiang Chen with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
As a cultivator who had clawed and scrambled through life for so many years, he did not believe Jiang Chen had happened to appear at precisely this moment. The moment he saw the oiled-paper umbrella in Jiang Chen's hand, capable of concealing one's aura and hiding one's form, he knew Jiang Chen had been here for quite some time.
Most likely, Jiang Chen had watched him fight Ironman Tu, waited until he was injured, then emerged to pick up the bargain.
Corpse Daoist was no stranger to such tactics, because he had done similar things himself. But as a Rogue Cultivator, he had roamed free and easy for so many years because he had more than a few tricks up his sleeve. Most importantly, he had discerning eyes.
He cultivated a Spirit Eye Art. Though it was not particularly profound, it allowed him to observe aura to a certain extent and judge a person's strength. After watching just now, he had already determined that Jiang Chen had broken through to Qi Refining not