“Big brother, how strong do you think he is?” Li Wuyou looked nervous as he squeezed out a smile.

“What’s the matter?” asked Lin Yun.

“Nothing, I’m just asking,” replied Li Wuyou.

Lin Yun pondered briefly before replying in a deep voice, “He can easily kill us with one finger.”

Lin Yun was exaggerating. He couldn’t tell anything from the old man’s aura at all. Although the Sword Firmament Pavilion’s elders were terrifyingly strong, he could sense that this old man was a lot stronger. This old man was on a whole new level compared to someone like Bei Ting and Luo Feng. Lin Yun couldn’t sense how strong the old man was due to the vast gap between their cultivation. 

Squatting on the stone platform, Li Wuyou revealed an unnatural smile. Inside the bamboo building were messed up boxes, open cabinets, and things scattered on the ground. It seemed as though someone had raided this place.

However, there were no changes to the old man’s face when he saw this. He walked over to an ordinary bronze mirror. Looking at the mirror, pictures started to appear. The old man saw how...