This old geezer's spiritual consciousness is weak, his divine light dim, I wonder if his Primordial Spirit was scattered during tribulation, looking dazed and confused, really seems a bit Parkinson's.
However, this guy's Taoist body is truly quite strong, those hands of his shining faintly like carved jade, and moreover, he didn't rely on taking external elixirs but cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm purely through martial practice! Even if his brain's all rusted out, a slap from him would still kill, right...
Li Fan kept his expression neutral, but in reality, a layer of cold sweat formed on his back. After the old man had been helped away, he then looked towards that kneeling figure in purple, the eunuch at his feet, and further back, outside the hall doors, a group of Nascent Soul Realm notables, seventeen or eighteen of them, all crammed together and kneeling down.
"And who might you be?"
