Awakening from the tremors of the transmission, his eyes met the near crimson eaves of an overhead canopy.
Xu Yuan didn't immediately get up, but instead sat there stunned, thinking about what he had just seen.
Saint's Remnant Soul...
Yantian Art...
Cang Yuan's description of Old Man Luo wasn't very detailed.
Following the usual narrative trope, when the protagonist asked this Saint's Remnant Soul about his former identity or the level of his strength, Old Luo would start playing the enigma.
"I was but a Third Grade Great Master."
"Knowing too much is no good for you at this stage."
"Back in the day, the way those Sects' Saintesses would carry themselves, so spirited..."
Every word he avoided speaking of his own greatness, yet every word implied it nonetheless.
Heaven's Watchtower Master.
No wonder Old Man Luo seemed so familiar with Jiatiange.
Xu Yuan asked softly.
"Old Man Luo, were you once the Pavilion Master of Heaven's Watchtower?"
