"Let's go take a look over there."
Xie Xuanyi tapped the wheelchair, signaling Ao Ying to push him toward the smithy at the end of the long street.
Ao Ying looked a bit unwilling, but still complied.
Sparks flew.
That Venerable from Five-Colored Ridge had not left, and was still watching from in front of the smithy.
"Fellow Daoist."
Xie Xuanyi took the initiative to strike up a conversation, smiling as he said, "Fellow Daoist, are you from Five-Colored Ridge?"
"...Hm?"
Giant Martial City might have order, but what Xie Xuanyi just said was really too presumptuous.
The black-robed Venerable immediately frowned.
To have cultivated to the Yin God Realm, looking across the Demon Country, in any Holy Land you'd be someone ranked among the Strong People.
He had actively concealed his own aura; by rights, anyone who could see through his cultivation should at least be Yin God Middle Realm, or Late Stage!
This Venerable of Five-Colored Ridge gazed coldly behind him.
He saw.
