Chen Tianyang and Pan Danfeng turned their heads to see the speaker was an elderly man sitting at a nearby table drinking tea.
His hair and beard were completely white, and his face was covered in wrinkles. He looked as if he hadn't bathed in years; even the skin on his neck had a layer of grime, and his clothes were patched in multiple places, making him appear extremely disheveled.
Yet among the surrounding crowd, not a single person dared to underestimate this old man, because his cultivation had already reached the Wenxuan realm. Even placed within the Sacred Land where powerhouses were as numerous as clouds, he was an awe-inspiring figure that countless people revered!
Chapter 845