Jiang Wang held his breath and concentrated, even his heartbeat stopped.
The seamless Hidden Clothes allowed him to blend perfectly with his environment. The methods used by Yin Guanshi could temporarily deceive a Godly cultivator.
However, it was not foolproof.
Especially, who was Song Hengjiang? Having made his name centuries ago, he was a figure from the same era as Zhuang Chenggan, the Taizu of Zhuang Country.
Even Yin Guanshi himself wouldn't dare to say he could avoid Song Hengjiang's scrutiny if he were here.
Perhaps it was because Song Hengjiang had expended too much energy in the previous battle at the Lan River; at this moment, his aging was very apparent. He was stooped and weary.
Walking in this underwater grotto, he seemed especially powerless, like all elderly at the end of their lives.
Or maybe, Song Hengjiang was willing to show his aged state because there was no one else around.
