Though the moment was filled with a savage unease, Ethan kept his calm, casting a measured glance with his peripheral vision toward the figure beside him.
The man was an elder, cloaked in black robes that seemed to drink up the lingering light of the mist. His hair and beard had long since turned silver-white with age, yet his face remained sharp and angular, carved with the harsh edges of a hard life and the dignity of a hero.
One could imagine the striking courage and handsomeness he must have possessed in his youth.
The sheer fact that this old man could appear behind Ethan without him noticing spoke volumes about his terrifying power. He was undoubtedly among the mightiest cultivators in the Azure Origin Dao Sect, but he remained an enigma—unknown to most.
Compelled by curiosity, Ethan silently opened his Heaven-Piercing Mind Eye.
