The old man on the flag had a straight posture, his build not particularly burly. He draped a green robe that stretched two or three zhang long, winding like a flowing green river. Observing his face, one could see a slightly long face, a thin appearance, and three strands of green beard hanging down his chest. His phoenix eyes were slightly squinted, displaying an aura of looking down upon the world.
Yet the most striking feature was his prominent forehead, with a bump rising about two inches above the space between his eyebrows, resembling a mountain emerging from a flat surface, a rare anomaly.
As soon as Shen Luo's eyes met those of the old man, the nameless cultivation technique within him started to operate by itself. His divine soul seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, floating directly into the old man's eyes.
There, in a void starry sky, Shen Luo's divine soul floated among fragments of memories, which were parts of the old man's lifetime experiences.
