"The master of this Black Wooden Bird must be Elder, I presume. May I ask why have you brought me here, and what instructions you might have for me?" Shen Luo said, after a moment of silence and with a cupped fist salute.
His mana might have been restrained, but his Divine Sense was unaffected. The white-haired figure had a breath as faint as if it didn't exist, and as his Divine Sense approached, it was repelled by an invisible force, making it impossible to discern the figure's Cultivation Realm.
Such divine powers were certainly not within the reach of a Mahayana monk and undoubtedly belonged to someone above the True Immortal Stage.
"Oh, how do you know I have something to command you with, instead of just killing you outright?" the white figure said without turning his head, his voice the same as the one that had emanated from the Black Wooden Bird earlier.
