"Who's there!"
Li Yan was startled and quickly turned around.
The Duan Chen Blade pressed down, and his left hand prepared the Soul Hook.
Although this "Snake Mirage" mist has the ability to obscure Spiritual Sense and Divine Skills, it's not incredibly powerful.
The scents and sounds within a mile's radius are still clear and distinguishable.
Someone sneaking up on them must surely be a master!
And that old voice grew closer and closer.
"Flustered and hurried, I wonder how you earned such a reputation…"
As he spoke, an old man appeared within the thick mist.
This old man was hunched, with a weathered and wrinkled face, wearing a tattered straw hat, and had a dirt smoking pipe tucked at his back.
By all appearances, he seemed like an old farmer from the countryside.
But as Li Yan saw him, he instantly realized, sheathing his blade and respectfully greeting, "So it's the senior."
