The gray-robed monk stopped several yards in front of Li Yan, pressed his palms together, and leaned forward slightly. His manner was respectful, but his words gave Li Yan quite a shock.
Fortunately, Li Yan was the sort of person he was. Though his heart jolted fiercely, his expression remained unchanged.
Li Yan had concealed his aura so thoroughly that even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator might not have been able to see through it, yet this man had instantly exposed his true strength.
The moment he noticed the gray-robed monk, Li Yan had also been observing him. He was more than ninety percent certain that the monk was a Golden Core Realm cultivator, yet the gray-robed monk had addressed him as "Senior" from the very start.
How could that not alarm him?
Furthermore, Li Yan clearly did not know this gray-robed monk, yet the other party knew his surname. Judging by the way he had come straight for him, there was no sign that the monk had mistaken him for someone else.
This was Li Yan's first time arriving on the Wind God Continent. This was not the Desolate Moon Continent, where many people now recognized him.
Therefore, after leaving Jiaoming Province, Li Yan had restored his original appearance and was no longer disguised as a burly man.
Could he be a Spirit Transformation cultivator? But why would he call himself "junior"?
Li Yan's thoughts raced. Seeing that Li Yan merely stared at him without answering, the gray-robed monk spoke again with a smile on his face.
"It seems that you truly are Senior Li. Please do not be surprised, Senior. This humble monk was ordered by my martial uncle to invite you over for a talk!"
"Your martial uncle? Who is he?"
Li Yan's expression had already returned