"Shen Fu-Master Shen Fu was actually him?!"
Following Wen Yong's gaze, the cultivators looked toward the middle-aged cultivator standing before a house below, whose appearance and clothing were no different from an ordinary rogue cultivator's. A trace of astonishment flashed through their eyes.
Although the man was rather handsome, cultivators did not put looks first. What mattered more was bearing and temperament.
Yet this Master Shen Fu looked far too ordinary, his bearing worlds apart from the master they had imagined.
He looked nothing like the renowned Master Shen Fu.
Even Feng Bao, who had maintained a belligerent, shameless attitude throughout, was somewhat dumbfounded.
Under the influence of yin spirit power, he had been intent on finding Master Shen Fu, but in truth, he had no idea what Master Shen Fu actually looked like.
Now that he saw him, he could not help feeling a sense of disparity.
But he also knew that cultivators skilled in combat were different. Because they frequently honed their techniques and fought others, their temperament often carried a sharp edge. This quality was difficult to conceal, and anyone similarly versed in combat could detect some hint of it.
That temperament also meant that cultivators skilled in combat often looked distinguished even if their features were ordinary.
Hundred Arts cultivators, however, devoted their daily efforts to cultivation and honing their crafts. Compared with the former, they seemed relaxed and harmless, lacking that sharp edge. Even those with decent looks mostly resembled wealthy old men in the mortal world.
Of course, mysterious as it sounded, to make a somewhat inappropriate comparison, it was like the difference between wolves and sheep.
Clearly, this Master Shen Fu was also a harmless cultivator who had immersed himself in the Hundred Arts while neglecting law techniques and combat.
Compared with Returning