Following the man's gesture, the others saw it too...
A small hut stood beside the river, with a weathered boat moored along the bank. On the floating bridge between the boat and the hut sat a white-haired figure, legs crossed.
An air of antiquity arose naturally, as though an old mountain keeper sat there, quietly watching the river.
The man in the lead frowned, then said, "Since someone's here, we can ask them where exactly the phenomenon occurred..."
"Careful. This should be a reclusive senior," Yu Mu said, staring intently at the somewhat indistinct figure.
Mist hung among the mountains, preventing her from making out the person's features.
But someone living alone in these wild mountains and ancient woods could not possibly be an ordinary old man, however she thought about it.
After some hesitation, they cautiously followed the river toward the hut.
Once they drew close, they saw that the white-robed, white-haired figure seemed not to have heard them. He simply sat quietly on the floating bridge, with a strange beast lying beside him.
The beast merely raised its head to glance at them, then ignored them and closed its eyes again.
It was as though, in its eyes, even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators like them were not worth a glance.
Now they were quite certain that this white-robed, white-haired person must be a reclusive expert.
"Senior..." Yu Mu addressed the white-robed, white-haired figure with great respect. "This junior is Yu Mu, a disciple of the Rain Clan. My respects, Senior..."
At this moment, Su Mo's Seven Thoughts had left his body with his Dao intent, scattering to cultivate, and had yet to return.
They could not discern Su Mo's cultivation, but the strange beast beside him was truly peculiar. Even facing two Nascent Soul cultivators and three Core