At this moment, on the far mountain.
As Nie Li and Duan Jian’s figures moved further and further away, a tattered old man sat there with rays of light shooting from his eyes as he watched Nie Li and the others leave.
At this moment, he no longer had any insane looks. Although his clothes were tattered, it couldn’t cover up that sharp blade-like aura. This aura even caused the surrounding trees to tremble.
After thinking of something, he mumbled, “I wonder to what degree you have comprehended that truth?”
There wasn’t any expression on his face. A moment later, he closed his eyes and continued to cultivate.