The faint red glimmer was barely noticeable, elusive as if it could vanish at any moment. Ordinary people would definitely not detect it, but it couldn't escape Shu Guan's eyes.
The old Daoist cast a glance at Shu Guan, then shifted his gaze away, admiring the majestic Spring Palace filled with the aura of passing years.
Shu Guan looked at the old Daoist briefly without his expression revealing any hint of strangeness. He bowed his head and sat down in the car.
However, he was ninety-nine percent sure that the old Daoist was a cultivator, he just couldn't confirm the exact level of his cultivation.
Of course, that wasn't his concern.
If the President's second son could bring a cultivator like him into the Spring Palace, then naturally, the President's brother-in-law could too.
If that old Daoist was here looking for the entrance to the underground palace like him, then he would never find it, because the entrance had already been taken away by his senior brother and the others.
