Shun Long's soul sense had already identified the owner of that voice; It belonged to a silver-robed old man in the far-east corner of the second floor, whose entire body was hidden in the shadows.
Shun Long could tell that the old man hadn't bothered to hide his appearance either. His body just melded perfectly under the shadows of one of the intricately carved pillars of the second floor, almost as if he was a part of the pillar itself. In fact, none of the Dao Kings and Dao Emperors on the second floor even seemed to have noticed his existence by now, even though he was standing right next to some of them.
But once Shun Long's soul sense locked onto him, his appearance immediately appeared in his mind.
The old man was chubby, with full cheeks and a broad, fat nose, while his pale-blue eyes gleamed with an unsettling sharpness as he stared back at him.
However, what actually surprised Shun Long wasn't the man's face, but his cultivation base.
