Xiang Wuji now had a long beard, his Daoist robe was loose and sloppy, without a trace of majesty, nor the demeanor of a cultivator.
Xiang Wuji smiled and patted the child's head.
He formed a few hand seals with his hands.
"Oh? This is interesting."
The child's Qi Fortune was indeed unusual, on the surface, it appeared as a blank white like an ordinary mortal's.
Beneath this layer of white, however, was black, and within the black, a hint of gold.
"The child of a Mortal Immortal, a mundane and common fate."
"Black clouds shroud the Celestial Spirit, and at eighteen, the life is cut short."
Xiang Wuji softly uttered these words.
The boy's face showed some confusion.
His mother's expression changed dramatically at this time, and disregarding the strange looks from those around her, she stepped forward and clutched Xiang Wuji's sleeve.
"Who, who are you really?"
Xiang Wuji laughed heartily.
"Just a carefree wanderer in the mortal world."
