"What does Fellow Daoist Han mean by this?" The white-robed elder was startled by these words and spoke with some surprise.
"If you do not intend to belittle us, Fellow Daoist, then why come to deceive us with just a mere incarnation?" Han Li responded with an unchanged expression.
"Incarnation?" This time, it was Mo Jianli's turn to be shocked. He hurriedly scanned the elder with his spiritual sense but still found the aura unfathomable, incapable of detecting any anomaly, leaving his expression uncertain.
The white-robed elder showed a hint of surprise. After staring at Han Li for a while, he let out a soft laugh:
