Above a great river in the Spirit Ruins land, Lu Xuan enveloped his body within an invisible aura, descending ten thousand meters below.
This was for safety's sake.
After all, the Spirit Ruins land is unlike the outside world; it belongs to that mysterious person.
Even though Lu Xuan didn't know the mysterious elder's intentions, he could still guess his origins.
For someone who can clearly know his position, easily enter the secret realm, and even bring his Dharma clone into a mysterious little world.
Lu Xuan could deduce with certainty that this mysterious old man must belong to this world.
Thinking this, Lu Xuan's eyes shone with a cold, sharp light; he didn't care who the opponent was.
Ever since entering the Spirit Ruins land, this old fellow has been scheming against him from the shadows.
If not for his carefulness, he might have fallen into the trap.
The fate of the Dharma clone was all witnessed by Lu Xuan.
