Old Chen stopped speaking, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Xuan.0

Feeling a bit unnerved by the scrutiny, Wang Xuan quickly said, "What are you getting at, Old Chen? Are you implying that I'm one of these Immortals?"0

Old Chen shook his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. "Not at all. I don't buy into that reincarnation folklore. But I do think that our current actions, and the path I've become part of, could have deep repercussions. Whether they're good or bad remains to be seen."2

Wang Xuan's pulse quickened. Old Chen was voicing some of his own suspicions.0

Old Chen's voice took on a reflective tone, "From the mysterious female Taoist practitioner to that spectral monk, and then there's the sword immortal who is breathtakingly beautiful. They might very well be these so-called Immortals, hiding in plain sight."0

Wang Xuan nodded slowly, absorbing Old Chen's words, realizing how similar they were to his own thoughts. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Wang Xuan spotted a shadow near the entrance of the Inner Landscape. The female sword immortal seemed to be eavesdropping again. Not only was she sensitive, but she seemed to enjoy being praised a little too much.0

Old Chen continued, his voice laced with intrigue, "The Inner Landscape has always been a...0