After the wizened old man left with Ling Yin, only Ling Chen and the Royal Elder remained around this mountain peak.
Ling Chen let out a slow breath, turned his body, and his gaze happened to fall on the Royal Elder. His eyes narrowed slightly. Although he didn't know the identity of the old man before him, he could sense an aura not weaker than that of the wizened old man from him.
This old man was probably also a powerful Saint.
Ling Chen couldn't understand why the man hadn't left yet. Was there something he wanted to say?
"What guidance does Senior have?"
Ling Chen's eyes slightly constricted, and he cupped his hands.
However, the Royal Elder only smiled without speaking. He merely scrutinized Ling Chen briefly before shaking his head, "What a pity."
"What is a pity?"
Ling Chen was somewhat baffled. Although the man's eyes are blind, at his level, he could see through everything with his Mind's Eye. Even if he were blind, he would still know what Ling Chen looked like.
