At that very moment, a fat, bald monk in white robes stood behind Immortal Lord Stone Gatherer.
Without a sound or a trace!
He Pingsheng nearly died of fright.
"Ah... aaah..."
Beside He Pingsheng, Wen Buwan followed his gaze and screamed in fright too, clutching his arm tightly as she screamed.
"What is it, young master?" Immortal Lord Stone Gatherer had yet to realize anything was wrong.
Wen Buwan raised a trembling hand. "Y-you... behind you!"
"Behind me?"
Stone Gatherer turned around slowly. When he saw a bald monk smiling at him, their faces almost touching, he jumped in fright and struck at the monk with his palm.
A Golden Immortal Stage Immortal's instinctive strike under stress was no trifling matter.
Yet the monk did not move beneath that blow. He did not even circulate any Magic Power or Divine Ability, but Stone Gatherer's attack stopped three feet from his body, unable to advance another inch!
"Hehehe..." The white-robed monk looked at the three of them with a smile. "Do not be afraid, benefactors. This old monk means no harm!"
"Ah... I was merely passing through. When I saw you, I could not help coming over out of curiosity to ask!"
"What are you doing?"
The monk was so courteous that he even cupped his hands and bowed to He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng was even more astonished.
For one thing, the monk had bowed to him instead of Immortal Lord Stone Gatherer, whose cultivation was the highest. That meant he had seen at a glance that He Pingsheng was the backbone of this group.
Good grief.
How did he tell?
Could he have seen the rules of the Heavenly Dao Slave Mark?
For another, he had appeared behind them among the stars in the Void without anyone knowing, leaving them