Li Ya looked at the old man by the river and squinted, asking, "Who are you, sir, and how do you know me?"
The boy in coarse clothing followed and stopped, looking at them nervously. This old man had an unfathomable aura and immediately revealed his master's origins. Clearly, he wasn't simple.
The old man slowly stood up, turned to Li Ya, revealing a face full of wrinkles. His eyes were so hollow that it sent chills down one's spine.
"If I said I am an Immortal God, would you believe me?" The old man stared at Li Ya, speaking in an indifferent tone.
Li Ya raised an eyebrow and said, "Anyone who reaches Nirvana can call themselves an Immortal. There are plenty of Immortals in this world. Why wouldn't I believe it?"
Immortal Gods!
The boy in coarse clothing was stunned, quickly removing the rope from his body and watching the old man warily.
He had experienced family destruction, so his vigilance was extremely high.
