The Arctic winds continued to howl in the distance, carrying a biting chill, yet they were unable to touch Lin Dong and his group.
In front of the mysterious light gate on the extradimensional battlefield, Lin Dong stood shoulder to shoulder with the recently met Xuan Tian Elder. Their figures were elongated under the afterglow of the aurora, appearing particularly solemn.
"To have the fortune of meeting Young Friend Lin, a mythical figure of ten thousand years, is truly a blessing for this old man." Xuan Tian Elder clasped his hands together, showing no disrespect due to Lin Dong's youth.
Instead, he was incredibly serious!
A Heavenly Realm martial artist at twenty-one years old is worthy of anyone's respect!
Lin Dong responded with a smile and a clasp of his hands, "Elder Xuan Tian, you flatter me. It is I who am honored to meet you, Elder Xuan Tian."
