Hearing these words, Lian Youming's expression grew quite something to behold.
Although he had yet to attain Foresight Perfection, he could already rampage through the martial world with scarcely an opponent to match him.
Yet according to this man, he was not even qualified to meet him.
Could it be...
Was this a Mystic Connection Martial Artist?
"May I ask your name, senior?"
"You cultivate both Daoist and Buddhist arts, and your aptitude is extraordinary. If you do not die along the way, perhaps you may fight alongside me someday. For now, I shall tell you that my surname is Liu. As for my given name, you will learn it if the opportunity arises."
The mysterious man's voice sounded young and calm. Without looking at his face, one would have thought him only thirty.
Yet even with the man standing before him in the moonlight, Lian Youming could not make out his features no matter how hard he strained his eyes, as though a mass of shadow shrouded them.
"Du Xinwu's Witnessing Art? Heh heh. Do you know why people seldom see a True Buddha?"
Lian Youming considered briefly. Naturally, he did not think this was merely an attempt to seem lofty. "I have heard that Mystic Connection Martial Artists can track enemies across a thousand miles through their Killing Aura. I have also heard that they can sense the intangible Killing Intent others direct at them. Could that be the reason?"
A gleam seemed to flash within the shadows over the master's face. "Clever indeed. Guarding against others' Killing Aura accounts for the greater part of why we do not reveal our true appearance."
Lian Youming fell silent. In that case, the strange man who had given him the portrait that day was probably not the man before him.