Lin Chen subconsciously glanced at Ziyun Zunzhe and Nangong Night by his side, only to find that their faces also showed the same surprise and rigidity.
Clearly, they also hadn't noticed this person's presence!
Although Lin Chen was surprised, he didn't panic.
This was not the wilderness, it was Tianyu City, where Lingxiao Gate resided and the flying boat of Myriad Immortal Hall was just outside the city. Who dare run wild here?
Lin Chen stabilized his heart and mind, cupping his hands together: "The few of us juniors come from the God Falling Immortal Realm and are currently considered as loose cultivators."
Lin Chen was a man of the White Crane Immortal Sect, but here, he was a loose cultivator. If you mention the White Crane Immortal Sect, people wouldn't know where it is, let alone know of its strength. It's too bothersome to explain.
"Loose cultivators?"
