Lin Fan met the Lord of the Forbidden Zone. He looked young and refined, with handsome, radiant features, appearing not yet thirty.
In truth, once one's cultivation reached a certain level, one could preserve one's appearance, so looks were no measure of age.
Besides, Lin Fan knew full well that this man's true body had long since died. Only his undying obsession remained; what Lin Fan saw was not real.
"You made it through that road and crossed this lake. You already count as one of our own," the Lord of the Forbidden Zone said, his white robes whiter than snow, a gentle smile on his face.
He was as pleasant as a spring breeze, strikingly handsome, with a face that would make even women jealous. He could be called a peerless beauty among men.
Without a doubt, his words had been praise for Lin Fan, acknowledging that he possessed the potential to reach their heights someday.
"You flatter me, senior. I still have a long way to go."
Lin Fan was humble for once. Sitting face-to-face with a former Immortal King felt utterly unreal, like a dream, almost beyond imagining.
Moreover, this man was no ordinary figure. His learning encompassed heaven and humanity, and he had taught many extraordinary disciples. In the original story, Shi Hao in particular had benefited greatly from his kindness.
In other words, if Lin Fan could receive his guidance and learn some powerful arts, he would benefit from them for a lifetime.
"Sit. Attendant, serve the tea!" the White-Clothed Man said. A tea table appeared before the thatched cottage, along with several tree-stump seats.
Then the Lord of the Forbidden Zone and Lin Fan sat opposite each other. The attendant also looked very young, appearing to be in his twenties.
There was also a