Everyone’s heart jolted with surprise. Who’s that?!0

They followed the source of the voice and looked over, only to see an elderly man standing not far away. He wore a crisp black robe that was devoid of any wrinkles. His silver hair was meticulously combed, not a single strand out of place. He didn’t even exude the slightest trace of cultivation fluctuation, making him seem no different from a mortal. Furthermore, his natural, dignified bearing made it impossible for anyone to feel the slightest disdain.0

Stranger still, none of the three Saint Realm cultivators had sensed his presence. For a moment, the scene was enveloped in silence. Even the Myriad Transformations Holy Master and the other two remained tight-lipped. They were filled with wariness and suspicion. The old man was either a true mortal or an existence terrifying beyond imagination. 0

With perfect courtesy, the old man cupped his hands...0