Master Wang actually rarely finds himself confused.
After all, he has cultivated for three lifetimes, experienced many life-and-death situations, and is essentially a mature-hearted, youthful-looking, handsome Immortal.
But today, he was bewildered twice.
And this second time was especially outrageous.
An old man with a white beard at the Golden Immortal Peak, with an indistinct aura almost matching the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, suddenly jumped out wearing luxurious clothes and leading a large entourage, loudly calling him 'Senior'.
Wang Jixuan was stunned for several seconds, staring at the man for a while, vaguely recognizing his face...
"Murong Zhengyi?!"
"Senior!"
The old man's eyes inexplicably turned red, and tears flowed as he moved forward to deeply bow to Wang Jixuan, trembling as he spoke:
