The white light that appeared this time only covered an area of a few meters.
In front of the stone wall, a translucent figure condensed.
The figure changed continuously, sometimes middle-aged, sometimes elderly, as if choosing the 'skin' it wanted to show outwardly, finally settling into an amiable-looking old man with white shoulder-length hair and a clean-shaven face.
It gazed at Wang Jixuan and Shen Qionglin, with a hint of wariness in its eyes, as well as an enduring melancholy.
No.4 Spirit Cultivator spoke gravely:
"You've lowered my impression of human civilization's individual character, mysterious cultivator."
Shen Qionglin's lips curled into a charming smile, he hugged his arms and took two steps back, leaving the main stage to Wang Jixuan.
Master Wang chuckled awkwardly, "But you have given me a much clearer and definite judgement of Spirit Cultivator civilization."
