Qin Hao shuddered, as he finally saw the newcomer clearly. It was an elderly man clad in a white robe, exuding an aura of refined elegance.
The elder's gaze rested on Qin Hao, radiating warmth without a trace of malice.
It was this man who had just guided him. Qin Hao broke into a smile and clasped his hands, saying, "Thank you for your guidance just now."
Despite his words, Qin Hao did not lower his guard.
The strength of the man before him was terrifying. Should he act hostile, Qin Hao doubted he could escape, even with all his might.
The elder had guided him, but that did not mean he harbored no ill intentions.
An unknown, mysterious martial arts master appeared unbidden; no one could guarantee his intentions.
"You really need not be cautious. If I wanted to harm you, even if you became a Martial Saint, you could not escape," the elder said with a light smile.
