Jiang Fan this time had disguised himself as an old man well past his sixties.
His hair was gray-white, wrinkles on his forehead like cuts from a blade, his waist and back hunched.
No matter who came, they wouldn't recognize him.
The Ice Realm Sage was slightly surprised at the sight, then, sensing several auras from outsiders within the Ten Thousand Ice Profound Pool, his gaze grew sharp:
"Is there an enemy of yours in the Ten Thousand Ice Profound Pool?"
"I'll immediately ask the Great Sage and have him driven out!"
Jiang Fan faintly recalled whose familiar aura that was.
The black‑robed youth from Nanqian!
Jiang Fan's brows gently furrowed, then slowly smoothed as he said, "Forget it, he doesn't really count as an enemy, but you can't call us friendly either."
"If he doesn't offend me, let him be."
The Ice Realm Sage said no more, cupping his hands. "Then I'll send Jiang Dao You as far as this."
