"Of course." Shen Luo looked at Ao Guang and nodded.
The others all turned back to look at him, their eyes filled with varying degrees of surprise.
After everyone else had left the hall, Ao Guang raised a hand, condensing a sheet of water into a chair and placing it beneath the steps.
Shen Luo thanked him and sat down naturally.
"The last time I heard Hong mention you, little friend Shen, was several centuries ago. Where have you been cultivating all these years?" Ao Guang asked.
Shen Luo raised his brow slightly. So he's investigating my whereabouts.
"This junior had been cultivating in seclusion on Fangcun Mountain and rarely traveled the world. Only after the sect suffered its misfortune did I escape from the mountain. Feeling that my cultivation was insufficient, I continued hiding and moving about while cultivating in secret. This time, I only passed through the East Sea because I was fleeing from demons and monsters pursuing me." He smiled calmly.
"Oh, you are a disciple of Fangcun Mountain?" Ao Guang's gaze flickered.
Seeing this, Shen Luo said no more and directly circulated the Huangting Scripture. Golden light immediately shone all over his body.
"It truly is Fangcun Mountain's cultivation technique. It seems that there really is destiny at work in the dark..." Ao Guang's expression eased, and he nodded to himself.
"What do you mean by that, Senior?" Shen Luo asked in confusion.
"Although the Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod is merely an imitation of the Dinghai Divine Needle, it is still a divine artifact. Like the Dinghai Divine Needle, it is a divine artifact that entered this world with a mission. Anyone capable of making it acknowledge them as its master cannot be an ordinary person. The Dinghai Divine Needle's first master was Yu the Great,