Accompanying this intense sense of crisis was a casual remark with a smile.
"This is not yet the core of the Profound Vein of the Three Kingdoms, you need to walk some distance further northeast."
Song Yan's throat moved.
He asked with sudden insight, "Old Zhang?"
"Just call me Zhang Han, the term 'old' does not befit me." The voice came lightly, yet the speaker was nowhere to be seen. The voice continued, "Your foundation is so deep, you must be a senior older than me, right?"
"Hmm... you should still be a Ghost Cultivator senior, just now that technique of pushing evil into a tide, though not of high level, was extremely effective. Only a Ghost Cultivator could have comprehended it.
The technique of this Paper House is even more miraculous, truly leaves me in awe."
Zhang Han seemed not in a hurry, leisurely chatting with Song Yan.
While Song Yan kept searching for the target's location, even though he expanded his Divine Sense, he couldn't find where Zhang Han was.
