During their two confrontations in Shangjing City, Wang Ping had never observed Le Xin closely. All he knew was that Le Xin's Primordial Spirit Consciousness was exceptionally frenzied, as if it wanted to incinerate everything. But now, it was as calm as a stagnant pool. This was perhaps related to the *Fenhuo Art* he cultivated.
Le Xin was a typical northern man from Zhongzhou, standing six foot five. His facial features were sharply defined, not rounded like those of southerners. He was clean-shaven, his long hair coiled atop his head with a wooden pin. He wore a blue, narrow-sleeved Daoist robe. The only valuable item on him was likely the jade belt at his waist, but it made his otherwise simple attire look just a little strange.
No one else had been notified of their meeting; only the Entering Cultivator who had led the way waited at a distance. After exchanging pleasantries, Le Xin went first to the Golden Body Divine Statue of the Xiao Shan Lord to pray devoutly.
