The boy in tattered clothes stood frozen, staring blankly at Shiheng and Kelin Xiaoman as they receded into the distance. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, almost bursting through it.
That silent, terrifying pressure that had pinned the Lin Family's third young master and his companions in place had been no illusion!
It was an intimidation that reached deep into the soul, the aura of a supreme expert who stood above countless cultivators. Never mind a commoner like him, who had no way to begin cultivating-even cultivators of some renown in the Yulan Empire would likely struggle to withstand the slightest trace of it.
The young man before him, dressed in plain clothes with a gentle, composed expression, looked no different from an ordinary traveler. There was not the slightest sharpness to his presence, yet a single glance had reduced those arrogant Lin Family scions to helpless heaps.
He was a true peerless expert!
A supreme being he would never even qualify to look up to, not if he spent his entire life and gave everything he had!
The thought exploded in the boy's mind, instantly igniting all the resentment and longing buried in his heart. He abruptly tightened his grip on the rust-covered short sword, his knuckles turning pale from the force. The rough rust dug painfully into his palm, yet he felt none of it.
He couldn't let this chance slip away!
This was his one chance in life to approach a supreme expert and escape his fate as a commoner!
The boy gritted his teeth fiercely, forcibly suppressing his fear and timidity. No longer caring about dignity or whether the man might find him annoying, he broke into a desperate sprint in the direction Shiheng had gone.
His tattered robes flapped in the wind, and his