Upon hearing Wu He's words, Lin Bai glanced in his direction, remained silent, and did not respond.
Instead, Lin Bai looked at the third person.
This third person was an elderly man on the verge of dusk.
An old man? How could an old man participate in the East Continent Academy's master apprenticeship examination?
Lin Bai frowned slightly. According to the rules of the East Continent Academy, disciples must have a bone age below thirty, yet the old man clearly seemed over a hundred.
How could a warrior over a hundred years old possibly participate in the East Continent Academy's master apprenticeship examination?
In other words, most people on the Nine Heavens Primordial Ancestor Mountain are young men; those like Yin Jiuling, who are only fifteen or sixteen, are rare indeed. An old man's participation is unprecedented.
But when Lin Bai looked at the elderly man, a flash of spiritual light went through his mind, and his eyes lit up: "It's him! The pale old strange man?"
