At this time, Mu Hongling glanced back casually and found that Lin Yi was sitting at a table in the distance.
Seeing this, she was both surprised and happy. Lin Yi saved her last time. Although she didn't dare to get too close to him because of his Chinese identity, she was still extremely grateful to him in her heart.
Always thinking about how to repay you.
But now it was a banquet, and she felt embarrassed to move around casually, as it would be impolite.
"Junior sister, what are you looking at?" a man in a long gown asked curiously.
"Senior brother, I will introduce someone to you later." Mu Hongling knew that her senior brother was also a person who liked to make friends widely. He was the second oldest disciple in Xuanming Cave. Because Mu Hongling had just been accepted as a disciple, she called him senior brother.
"Who?"
"This guy is really powerful. Didn't I encounter a group of ice wolves at the foot of the Absolute Cold Mountains last time? That time, he single-handedly killed the group of evil wolves in an instant, and that saved us."
"This person has reached the innate realm at such a young age. He is a rare talent."
Mu Hongling praised generously.
"Oh? How young?"
"He looks to be in his thirties."
"How is it possible? A 30-year-old Xiantian is a genius among the major sects. Basically, he is well-known. Even you don't know his identity and origin. Could he be a casual cultivator?" the man speculated.
"That's right, it's a casual cultivator!"
"It's unlikely. Of course, it's possible that the Xiantian monk changed his appearance, so you think he is only thirty years old, but he is actually three hundred years old."
The man shook his head.
"Really? That's possible, and he is a Chinese. Chinese people do like to lie." Mu Hongling also fell into deep thought.
"He's actually a Chinese? Tsk tsk, I guess I even have to doubt his innate strength. Recently, the Chinese have used some kind of herb to disguise the aura of innate strongmen. You have no idea how popular it is. It's not obvious in our Beihan Ice Region, but it's selling like crazy in other areas." The man said with a look of hatred on his face.
"What? They can even disguise this. The Chinese are really..." Even Mu Hongling didn't know what to say. It seemed that the Chinese were born to be the synonym of cunning. They could imitate and fake anything, and even make it so real that the fake was indistinguishable.
Nine out of ten fake products circulating in the market come from the Chinese.
"It seems that he may not be born with this condition."
"It is very possible. Besides, why can't the Hua Clan produce a strong person? Because of the bloodline restriction, how can they reach the Xiantian realm? Even if there is an exception in a million, he will probably be trapped in the Xiantian realm. When you and I have entered the Jindan realm and become a great Dao, he may still be in the Xiantian realm."
The man held the wine and glanced at Lin Yi behind him with disdain.
Seeing that her senior brother didn't seem to want to get to know Lin Yi, Mu Hongling gave up.
Zhang Tianxiong heard their conversation and realized that Lin Yi, who saved his son last time, was actually the secret envoy of Lingyaotang.
If it weren't for the identity of a secret envoy, Zhang Tianxiong would not have even looked at Lin Yi. However, due to Lin Yi's special identity, and the recent reorganization of Lingyaotang, the mansion was short of a lot of elixirs, and it was time to ask Lingyaotang for help, so he took the initiative to walk over with a cup.
"Are you Lin Yi? Thank you for saving my son last time. Let me offer you a drink."
Seeing that Zhang Tianxiong, the lord of a city, had taken the initiative to toast him, and since he had no grudge against him before, Lin Yi also picked up a glass and took a sip.