The crowd on this street was not particularly dense.
Before long.
Luo Xiuyuan gave a slight nod, and Nanhua silently rose to his feet. Each walked toward the other.
But Nanhua was still a step faster.
He entered the small tavern.
"Friend, please." Luo Xiuyuan carefully studied this elderly Old Immortal Nan Hua, whose face was ashen and whose sparse hair was yellowish.
"Please." Nanhua drew a deep breath and looked at the young-faced man, whose bearing was somewhat rugged yet concealed a keen edge. Even his innate Dao markings had been hidden. The latter's race was quite peculiar; there was no such race in the Immortal Soil Beyond the Domains.
They casually picked a table and sat down. There were even scraps left behind on it by previous diners.
Yet neither showed the slightest disgust or concern.
"I am Luo Xiuyuan."
"What?"
A flicker of surprise flashed through Nanhua's eyes. "So you are Luo Xiuyuan. This old man is Nanhua."
"What?"
A flicker of surprise likewise flashed through Luo Xiuyuan's eyes. "So you are that Old Immortal Nan Hua. Hehe... pleased to meet you."
He then asked, "Could it be that you have heard of my deeds?"
Nanhua slowly nodded, a trace of emotion on his face. "Luo's many deeds have long been spread throughout the Three Thousand Immortal Territories. Once an unknown boy beneath a Saint Dao Lineage, he later became an immortal on par with Saints."
With a single sentence, he summarized the legendary first half of Luo Xiuyuan's life.
Of course, another of Luo Xiuyuan's deeds had also resounded throughout the Three Thousand Immortal Territories: he had openly challenged the Eternal Immortal Frontier and never returned. It seemed that this was the true reason he had met defeat here.
Nanhua held no disdain for Luo Xiuyuan.