In the midst of conversation, he no longer concealed his aura.
Almost at the instant his aura was exposed.
The Inner World Cultivators finally noticed.
Immediately, several figures flew out from within the realm, swiftly landing before the purple-armored youth before the monk had a chance to leave.
Their expressions were all filled with uncertainty and suspicion.
The leading figure stood tall, with a stern face, a formidable sword intention emanating from him, his voice equally solemn. At this moment, as he landed, he stared at the monk and said solemnly:
"I am Zhao Feng, the humble master of the Little Cang World."
"Master... could you be the Tribulation Crossing Great Power that vanished from the Chaotic Sea long ago?!"
The monk's gaze swept over these few individuals and found they were indeed Perfect Practitioners. He nodded slightly, stroked his beard and smiled:
"Layman Zhao has good eyes."
