Nie Yun had no idea what expressions Mu Jie and the others wore after he left. He and Mu Xia followed Mu Yan and soon arrived at a spacious hall.
Mu Yan announced their arrival, then smiled and led the way, bringing the two into the main hall.
The hall contained only a few tables and chairs for receiving guests and some simple plants. The decorations were very plain, but the simpler the decor, the more grand the atmosphere, suggesting the master possessed extraordinary confidence.
"Come, please have a seat."
Nie Yun glanced around casually and heard a slightly aged voice from the very center of the hall. Looking up, he saw an old man seated there, a faint smile on his face.
The old man appeared to be in his fifties. His eagle-like eyes were sharp and piercing, and his hands were large and powerful, covered in calluses. A single glance was enough to tell that his palm techniques were exceptionally formidable.
'Peak of Primordial Saint Realm? Early-Stage Spirit Level Soul!'
