At this time, the injured old man had just woken up. He was lying on the ground and just happened to see the scene of the white-clothed Su Ran descending from the sky. He was shocked, thinking that he had seen an immortal. 

‘Oh my! They all say that there are immortals in the deep mountain. I actually met one!’ Xu Ziyi’s eyes were wide open, and his mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. 

Su Ran landed lightly on the ground, and when he noticed his line of sight, he looked at him indifferently. With this glance, he not only frowned, but he also stepped forward and stared at the old man’s wrinkled face for a long time. 

Xu Ziyi swallowed his saliva nervously. When he made eye contact with the questioning eyes of the ‘immortal in white’, he couldn’t help but sigh, ‘Immortals are indeed immortals. All of my disguises are useless in the other party’s keen eyes.’    

Just as this thought crossed his mind, something flashed past his eyes and he felt a sudden pain on his face. The words ‘sure enough’ appeared within Xu Ziyi’s mind. 

“Wow! It’s the legendary human skin mask!!” A voice that was as crisp as an oriole coming out of a valley sounded above...