Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed with a brilliant light, before returning to a hazy, dim hue the next instant.
Zhao Yi had already noticed the old man. Catching that flash of light, he felt an invisible pressure from afar.
Could this old man be an expert? Looking closer, he appeared to be of mortal flesh with not a trace of cultivation. Was it because his own cultivation was too low to discern it? Zhao Yi felt a tinge of doubt.
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