The old man seemed to teleport, floating in front of Wang Longhu, curiously circling around him while observing intently.
It seemed he wanted to see what was so special about Wang Longhu.
Wang Longhu suddenly threw a punch, but his fist passed through the old man's body, hitting the air lightly like it struck cotton, having no effect whatsoever.
Wang Longhu frowned; if there really were ghosts in this world, why would people need to live? Wouldn't there be countless ghosts in the world?
Perhaps noticing Wang Longhu's confusion, the old man kindly smiled and said, "Young friend, there's no need to be puzzled. Since you can feel my presence, it means you have already reached that stage. In over six hundred years, even Wudang hasn't seen another person like you. I will clarify your doubts."
"Over six hundred years! Are you a Daoist from Wudang?" Wang Longhu was shocked by this statement.
