The middle-aged scholar turned around with his hands behind his back, stepping through the air, a layer of wave trace radiating from beneath his feet, while a colorful void opened in the blue sky ahead. He laughed heartily a few times, and his figure vanished.
Only a few light chuckles were left between heaven and earth:
"In the mortal world, there are many marvelous sights, they may weary the Dao Heart, but weary the human heart."
"This tree is interesting, I ask you to take good care of it. Someday, if I recall this place, I might bring you a chance encounter."
Having spoken, the man disappeared without looking back.
Hidden in the shadows, witnessing this scene through his mechanical body, Wang Jixuan was filled with complex emotions.
There was no other explanation; clearly, this middle-aged scholar was not any ordinary Mahayana Cultivator. The fluctuations of Mahayana Realm Qi were only the result of his disguise.
