Cave Abyss Sect, Inner Sect Scripture Pavilion.
Not long after Song Yan left, an inconspicuous gray-robed figure emerged from the stream of Disciples coming and going along the mountain path, as if appearing out of thin air.
This person's appearance was extremely ordinary, looking about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a coarse, faded gray cloth robe, with even a few specks of dust on his shoulders.
His aura was even so faint it was almost non-existent.
Had it not been seen with one's own eyes, even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator scanning with Divine Sense would subconsciously overlook him, as if there was only a stubborn rock or a piece of rotten wood there.
An ordinary Mortal.
His steps were unhurried, yet each stride covered several zhang, as he walked towards the Scripture Pavilion's main entrance.
It was truly miraculous.
