Chen Yuan's eyes brimmed with caution, but there was no sign of surprise. Since he had entered this Secret Realm alone, he had guessed that there would definitely be someone secretly spying on him.
The reason he continued to collect the Immortal Spirit Qi was twofold: firstly, such an item was not to be missed, and secondly, he was confident that nobody could detect his technique.
The surrounding fog churned ceaselessly, as a figure, faint and indistinct at first, gradually became apparent, appearing in front of Chen Yuan.
It was an elder with an aura of an immortal and a sage, his hair and beard all white, his gaze bright. He wore a long white robe, his lengthy eyebrows drooped, and he looked at the Immortal Root with a pained expression.
Even the corners of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
What truly shocked Chen Yuan was that, even though the elder in white stood before him, he still could not sense any Qi from him, as if he were merely a breeze that had brushed past.
