"That's a Saint?"
Jiang He bowed, lowering his head and appearing respectful, but the truth was that his eyes were swiveling as he sneakily studied the black-robed figure.
Though the figure did not appear enormous, he felt immeasurably majestic.
The air around him was overlapping, and even though he appeared to be right in front of Jiang He, one would find themselves as if they were caught in the middle of infinite space.
"Master, Jiang He has arrived."
The Immortal Hermit of the South Pole bowed beside him as well and spoke out in greeting.
The figure hence stirred, the overlapping air around him rippling as it reverted to normal.
Then, it slowly turned towards Jiang He and smiled. "Not bad, not bad. Judging from your life signs, you are less than fifty… it is truly rare for anyone to gain such cultivation at your age."
Jiang He felt a pang inside.
Less than fifty?
He was not even twenty-six!
