C67 A Lingering Soul

As Faang Han's eyes scanned the room, they locked onto a piercing gaze. The gaze belonged to an elderly man with snow-white hair, brimming with vigor. His face, however, bore scarcely any wrinkles, and he managed to contain his presence remarkably well.

"Could he be an ancient martial cultivator who has mastered internal energy?" Faang Han pondered silently