Han Tiange didn’t so much as flinch. It was clear the fat old man possessed terrifying strength. His aura was subtle, yet vast and deep, like a trench beneath the ocean. Nearly imperceptible. Or rather, the old man was letting him perceive it on purpose.0

Ling Daoyan was the guardian of the Daxia Sword Sect’s Scripture Pavilion, so he seldom appeared in public. Li Guanqi had only seen him twice before, and only because Ling Daoyan had deliberately revealed himself to see Li Guanqi for himself.0

Some of the elders in the crowd recognized the figure and stared in shock, eyes wide with disbelief. “Ling Daoyan?! He’s not dead?! How is that possible?”0

A white-haired old man gazed at Ling Daoyan with a mix of emotions, murmuring,...0