Lu Yuzhen?
Xie Xuanyi carefully recalled... this name left no impression on him.
In the past sixty years, among the masters who founded schools and sects, the Great Practitioners with extraordinary strength who could hold a place among the heroes of the world—
there wasn't a person known as Lu Yuzhen.
The White Robed Taoist seemed to see through Xie Xuanyi's thoughts.
He said warmly with a smile, "I, Lu, am new to the martial world, and not of renown."
"Judging by your appearance, you do not seem new to this world."
Xie Xuanyi reassessed the Taoist before him; judging by his facial features, Lu Yuzhen ought to be at least in his forties or fifties.
"The shell is a useless thing in this world."
Lu Yuzhen asked with a smile, "Let's not talk about me, Xie Xuanyi, take a look at yourself, what does your current appearance say about you?"
"..."
Xie Xuanyi had nothing to say.
He waved his sleeve, dispersing the golden primordial energy in his palm.
