The elder had disheveled hair.
With panda eyes and a thick smell of smoke on his body, those who didn't know him might mistake him for a cook.
His appearance immediately livened up the area around Fu Rong.
"Senior, who are you?"
Ling Feng asked nervously.
The old man leaped over from afar, crossing several mountain peaks in the blink of an eye to stand before Ling Feng, as if he had shattered several layers of restriction arrays.
"Come with me."
This old man was none other than Feng Santong, a Talisman Master from the Talisman Sect, who had been waiting for Ling Feng these past days. A Divine Thought Master not even twenty years old could potentially be nurtured into a Talisman Master, thereby strengthening the foundation of the Star Gate.
Unexpectedly, there was no news from Ling Feng.
By chance, he learned that Ling Feng had already arrived at the Star Gate and was cultivating around Fu Rong's area.
