Within Li Yan's Divine Sense, he found that there was still a faint trace of the long-faced young man to follow, but it was growing farther and farther away. It was about to vanish from his Divine Sense...
Faced with this situation, Li Yan instead felt slightly relieved.
From the looks of it, they shouldn't be together!
Li Yan was worried about being besieged by two Nascent Soul cultivators at once. His experience in the turbulent space could not compare with veteran Nascent Soul cultivators, which prevented him from fully displaying his strength.
However, Li Yan would not truly disregard the long-faced young man just because he had gone far away.
"Hehehe, this fellow Daoist looks quite unfamiliar. May I ask how you are addressed?"
After raising his sword-like brows, the middle-aged, black-robed man was the first to speak.
Li Yan did not answer immediately after hearing this. The man before him was not speaking the language of the Desolate Moon Continent, but an older common language used in the cultivation world.
Li Yan had also heard from Wei Zhongran and Mo Qing that cultivators from different realms could be encountered in the turbulent space. Unless they met cultivators from their own realm, they all spoke the common language of the Immortal Realm.
Misunderstandings caused by language barriers were not unheard of.
You spoke of chickens, while he spoke of ducks. In a place where everyone was already wary of one another, a moment of alarm and suspicion could make both sides come to blows.
Li Yan frowned. The reason he had not answered was not because he understood the other party's words, but because this person had clearly sensed someone fighting here earlier and had flown over.
He could not discern what the other party truly intended.
Seeing that