"If I were you, I would definitely not go through this door."
An old male voice sounded to Lin Xin's side.
He turned his head to look, clearly within his illusionary force field's coverage, yet the other party was completely unaffected.
Bright eyes as pure and brilliant as the stars.
It was hard to imagine a human having such pure and dazzling eyes.
This was an old man with white hair and beard.
Judging by his age, he might be eighty or ninety years old, perhaps even older.
"Young man, your illusionary martial arts are very impressive! Truly impressive,"
the old man praised.
"My chief disciple has already reached the pinnacle level of a martial artist, yet he still couldn't even get close here.
He originally planned to challenge you."
"Who are you?"
Lin Xin asked in confusion.
"I am Bai Zhuo."
"Bai Zhuo? Dust Martial Arts?" Lin Xin squinted his eyes, finally, finally someone substantial appeared.
To him, this world was too boring.
