193: Seen through at a glance

A quarter of an hour now felt extraordinarily long.

The old man didn't speak, but instead looked at Lin Fan thoughtfully.

Lin Fan felt as if his entire being, from inside out, had been seen through.

It was like being stripped naked in the dead of winter.

Just that instant...

He had only intended to subtly probe the old man's true strength, after all, it was abnormal for someone to live in such a deep mountain forest for over a decade.

But as soon as his Divine Sense entered the old man's body to investigate.

It was immediately counter-attacked by the old man.

If his Divine Soul hadn't been powerful, he would have likely suffered a torn Divine Soul on the spot, turning into an idiot.

"Senior..."

Lin Fan was incredibly respectful at this moment.

"Junior... was reckless."

He dared not be disrespectful.

This old man was absolutely the most terrifying existence he had encountered since stepping onto the path of Cultivation, besides his Master!

None other!

The Martial Saint aura he had felt from Yang Yi's father's "Star River Sword" was still much weaker compared to this old man.

This old man was at least a Martial Saint!

Lin Fan didn't dare to think of a higher Realm. But was it really as Lin Fan thought, was the old man truly a Martial Saint? Hehe, what do you readers think?

"Heh heh, no matter."

The old man waved his hand, his sharp old eyes swept over Lin Fan, then landed on the bewildered Zhang Dabao and Song Buyu beside him.

He spoke kindly, his voice gentle.

"Young people, curiosity is a good thing."

"However, some things are not for you to pry into at your current stage."

Although his words were light and airy.

When Lin Fan heard them, a huge wave surged in his heart.

He... he really knew.

He truly sensed his Divine Sense probing.

This... how is this possible?!

He was a Cultivator!

Zhang Dabao and Song Buyu, who were standing by, were already full of question marks.

They looked at each other, deeply puzzled.

What's going on?

Why did Lin Fan suddenly seem like a different person, addressing an ordinary country old man as "Senior" and bowing?

And saying "was reckless"?

What were you reckless about?

The two of them were completely bewildered.

Especially Zhang Dabao, who prided himself on being an outstanding Disciple among the younger generation of Cloud Sect, and he did have some discernment.

But he had scrutinized this old man up and down, carefully, no less than seventeen or eighteen times.

Let alone Internal Energy fluctuations, he couldn't even sense the slightest bit of the vigorous Qi and blood a Martial Artist should possess.

This was clearly just an ordinary, even somewhat frail and sickly, mountain villager!

Could it be that Lin Fan had been confused by the mountain's miasma and was hallucinating?

"This... old man."

Zhang Dabao scratched his head, just about to speak some polite words.

But the old man spoke again.

"You two youngsters, instead of staying in your Sect to Cultivate properly, what are you doing running to this godforsaken deep mountain forest?"

"Junior also just came down the mountain, preparing for some experience."

Lin Fan replied.

"Experience?"

He paused, his eyes seemingly seeing through everything.

"I don't think you two are here for experience."

"Rather, you look like... tomb raiders who just crawled out of some grave, with guilty consciences."

At these words, Lin Fan and Zhang Dabao appeared calm on the surface, but their hearts were already shocked as to how the old man knew.

"Se... Senior..."

"What... what do you mean by this? Junior... doesn't understand."

The two were still making their final struggles.

The old man ignored them and poured himself some tea.

Lin Fan: "..."

Zhang Dabao: "..."

The two were completely out of temper.

"Se... Senior has a Wisdom Eye."

Lin Fan forced a bitter smile, having no choice but to give up resistance and frankly admit, "Indeed, a few days ago, we accidentally stumbled into an ancient mighty one's tomb."

"It's just... I don't know, Senior, how did you find out?"

He really couldn't understand how this matter, besides the two of them, was known by no third person.

Could this old man really be able to tell fortunes?

"Want to know?"

The old man chuckled, a look of "beg me" on his face, but he wouldn't say anything further.

That infuriating look made the two of them scratch their ears and cheeks, itching with impatience.

At this moment, even if Zhang Dabao was any dumber, he finally understood.

This seemingly ordinary old man was definitely an unparalleled Master hiding his true abilities!

How could he dare to be negligent now?

"Junior... Junior was blind, offending Senior, and I hope Senior... being magnanimous, will not bother with us Juniors."

He was about to report his Sect's name, which was powerful enough to walk unhindered across the Sky Martial Continent.

"Junior, is a..."

He had only spoken half a sentence.

But the old man waved his hand, impatiently interrupting him.

"Alright, don't report it."

He glanced at Zhang Dabao, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his old eyes.

"A little Disciple of Cloud Sect, right?"

"The Qi of 'Cloud Body Wind Form Art' all over you, even if you turned to ash, this old man would recognize it."

"Ah?!"

Zhang Dabao stared blankly at the old man.

He... he not only knew that he was a Disciple of Cloud Sect, but he even spoke out their Sect's secret technique, the 'Cloud Body Wind Form Art'?!

How could this be?

Could it be...

"Se... Senior... You... could it be, you are acquainted with a Senior of my Cloud Sect?"

He asked cautiously.

"Senior?"

The old man was first startled, then burst into laughter.

He shook his head, his old eyes filled with reminiscence and vicissitude.

"You could say so."

He spoke slowly, his voice distant.

"This old man was indeed fortunate enough to have met an old acquaintance from your Cloud Sect a few times."

In his heart, he silently added a sentence.

[That was seven thousand years ago.]

[That boy, named Li Yunhao, was the nineteenth Sect Master of your Cloud Sect.]

[Back then, if this old man hadn't given him a few pointers, he probably wouldn't even have touched the threshold of a Martial Saint.]

[To think, in a blink of an eye, seven thousand years have passed, and even his Disciples and grand-Disciples have grown so big.]

[Time waits for no one.]

He turned his gaze back to Zhang Dabao and explained:

"That old friend of mine, coincidentally, also cultivated this 'Cloud Body Wind Form Art'."

"The Internal Energy aura on you is quite similar to his."

"So, this old man guessed that you are also a Disciple of Cloud Sect."

This explanation was reasonable and logical.

Now it was Zhang Dabao's turn to be happy.

"So that's how it is, we're all family!" Zhang Dabao's chubby face was squeezed together from smiling. "Little Brother Lin, see that? This is your Dao Brother's connections!"

Lin Fan: "..."