The hall was silent.
The bearded man's corpse lay at the boundary between firelight and shadow.
The scholar's right hand rested on the hilt of his short sword, his gaze fixed on Chen Lingxi.
A Silver Bone Perfection martial artist had died just like that—at the hands of someone with no trace of aura, someone who looked no different from an ordinary man.
"Who exactly is this man?"
The scholar's expression did not change, but his heart was filled with doubt and alarm.
"Purple light from his mouth, killing a man in an instant—this is simply an immortal's inconceivable method! Just like Lord Mohe!"
He had witnessed Lord Mohe's methods before.
He had seen him stand atop a mountain peak and exhale a single long breath, sending a gale sweeping across the sky and blowing hundreds of armored soldiers off their feet.
He had seen him feed that Gold-Swallowing Toad. When the toad opened its mouth, gold and silver flowed into its belly like a stream; moments later, it spat out round jade-like pills, their medicinal fragrance drifting through the air.
He had also seen him travel through the air, standing with his hands behind his back atop the clouds, his robes snapping in the wind, just like an immortal descending into the world from legend.
He had thought Lord Mohe was the only human immortal in this world with such unfathomable methods.
But this man before him...
"Are there actually other immortals in this world?"
He asked himself inwardly.
With that thought, the scholar finally removed his hand completely from the sword hilt.
The golden light around his body gradually dimmed as well.
He sat cross-legged beside the bonfire and looked at Chen Lingxi.
"This hero," he said, "since you came here and killed only one of the two