The figure that emerged from the darkness was small and hunched, standing barely three feet tall.
At first glance, he looked almost insignificant, like an old beggar who had wandered into the wrong place.
However, the moment he appeared, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Dark robes covered his entire body from head to toe.
The fabric was old and worn, yet strangely untouched by dust or age.
The hood concealed his face completely, leaving only a pair of eyes visible beneath the shadows.
Those eyes glowed softly.
They were neither golden nor silver, yet they seemed to contain a strange radiance, like two tiny stars shining within an endless void.
An ordinary cultivator would have found it impossible to see through the mysterious robes.
Lin Feng was not an ordinary cultivator.
His gaze effortlessly pierced through every layer of concealment.
The old man's true appearance was revealed before him.
He was ugly.
