Afterward, the disciple, who looked rather young, put on an arrogant expression and laughed. "In my early years, I happened upon a few fortuitous encounters and consumed spirit herbs that preserved my appearance. That is why I can maintain the face I had in my youth. Otherwise, would I not have had to wait until my Nascent Soul was first formed before I could reshape my appearance? So... this old man... is not some senior brother as you called me, hahaha..."
The disciple seemed quite proud of his youthful appearance and laughed again. Then he suddenly came to his senses. "Ah, right. Your divine sense is rather strange. How is it... comparable to early Foundation Establishment? Yet... I clearly detected that you were at the Qi Cultivation stage just now..."
"Which sect do you belong to?" the disciple asked in an old-fashioned tone.
Zhang Xiaohua spread his hands helplessly. "That... is precisely what this junior wishes to ask you, Senior!"
Just as the disciple was about to speak, an incomparably powerful divine sense swept over them, brazenly scanning Zhang Xiaohua and the disciple before locking onto both of them. Zhang Xiaohua was greatly alarmed. The disciple's expression also changed. Before either could speak, Feng Shu's voice rang out again. "Come forward!"
"Yes, this disciple obeys!" The disciple answered respectfully, bowing.
Then he turned to Zhang Xiaohua. "Come. Senior Feng is looking for you!"
"Senior, did you not just say... that one must not directly probe others with divine sense? Why is Senior Feng allowed to..." Zhang Xiaohua asked softly after thinking it over, somewhat puzzled.
"Shut up!" the disciple snapped. "Senior Feng is a Spirit Severing cultivator, a renowned figure in our Immortal Alliance. In his eyes, our cultivation is utterly beneath notice. How could that even be called probing?"