Xu Chang'an sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, waiting.
Since the Celestial Knowledge Tower had left a tracking mark on him, they were bound to come after him.
Xu Chang'an had chosen to conserve his strength and wait for them here.
Though his eyes were closed, his Demon Sense enveloped the surrounding area, scanning for the slightest disturbance.
"Late-stage Nascent Soul! Demon Race!?"
A voice suddenly rang out from nearby.
Xu Chang'an's eyes snapped open!
He hadn't sensed anyone's presence before the voice rang out. He only detected them at the very moment the sound reached him.
It was a hunchbacked old man with a body as shriveled as a mummy.
He was dressed in linen robes, with a full head of white hair and sunken eyes. He looked as if he didn't have much time left.
'A Divinity Transformation Realm Great Cultivator!'
Xu Chang'an was shaken to the core.
