Nineteen Stars · Headquarters of the Ten Illusory Flow.
Lin Xin slowly walked into the white passageway of the headquarters, while red laser beams would sporadically shoot out from both sides, sweeping over him.
This was a special sensing light to detect any intruders, looking like lasers but actually not.
The passage frequently had disciples from the Ten Illusory Flow coming and going.
Men and women, old and young, all greeted Lin Xin respectfully when they saw him.
As the Sect Master's disciple of the Ten Illusory Flow, Lin Xin's reputation for extraordinary talent had spread long ago.
So everyone in the headquarters knew that this young man in white had far surpassed ordinary disciples in cultivation.
Even some who had been cultivating arduously for decades might not be able to match him.
"Greetings, Brother Hong."
"Greetings, Brother Hong."
"Morning, Brother Hong."
Many people greeted Lin Xin along the way.
He calmly nodded in response to each one.
