133 My Name Is Long Aotian

Two Immortal Sacred Masters?

Qin Jue frowned slightly. He focused his eyes and realized that the black-robed youth's strength had only just reached the Saint Stage and had yet to stabilize.

Recalling the conversation between those passerby cultivators just now, Qin Jue fell into deep thought. Could this person be the holy son of the Immortal Sacred Land?

Otherwise, why would he look so similar to the Immortal Sacred Master?

If that was the case, it would make sense.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Su Yan asked doubtfully, not understanding why Qin Jue suddenly stopped.

"Oh, nothing."

Qin Jue shook his head and ignored the black-robed youth. He and Su Yan directly entered Heavenly Path City.

No matter who the black-robed youth was, it had nothing to do with him.

He had only come to the Immortal Sacred Land to confirm the identity of the Immortal Sacred Master. Qin Jue wasn't interested in anyone else.