Lin Yun couldn't perceive Luo Feng's Cultivation, but he could sense his power. However, when faced with this old man, Lin Yun could perceive neither the elder's Cultivation nor his power. It was as if he were truly just a frail old man, without even the strength to truss a chicken.
"Young man, you are far too wary. Such a Mental Realm is not good," the old man said, stroking his long beard. He seemed able to read minds, as Lin Yun's expression had not changed in the slightest.
One had to admit, the old man exuded an aura of peace and serenity. Though his hair and beard were completely white, his complexion was rosy and his skin as smooth as a baby's.
"My apologies, Senior," Lin Yun replied softly upon hearing the old man's words.
"Haha, there's no need for that. But since you are here, why not listen to me play a tune?" the old man replied with a smile.
"Thank you, Senior."
