In Wind City, inside Lin Xiaotian's room, the figure of Elder He emerged from a space rift. Seeing him appear, Lin Xiaotian, who had been sitting cross-legged in cultivation, abruptly opened his eyes.
'Elder He looked plain and unremarkable, but the fact that he could silently infiltrate my room was proof enough of his immense power.'
"A Saint..." Lin Xiaotian said grimly. 'This old man before me is definitely a Saint.'
"You are Lin Yun's father?" Elder He asked calmly, ignoring Lin Xiaotian's shock.
Lin Xiaotian watched Elder He warily. However, with his cultivation not even at the Spirit Realm, he was no match for a Saint. Lin Xiaotian didn't answer. Unconcerned, Elder He slowly extended his palm.
As Elder He's withered palm reached out, Lin Xiaotian felt himself completely suppressed by an invisible force, unable to move a single muscle.
