The man before his eyes was just too young.
That man was so young; it seemed ridiculous.
Lu Xuan, who was very young, to begin with, had gotten one or two years younger after making a breakthrough to Level Seven—the National Guardian level—making him look as if he was 17 or 18.
Such an age would have meant that he would have been little more than a student of his student, among the followers of Master Ying, like a novice who had just joined not long ago.
However, Master Ying was unable to see through that young man all the same, so much so that the young man did not even seem to be a cultivator to him.
A warrior who had cultivation training and one who did not would have been very different, even though not every one of them would look tall and imposing, like Yin Tianming the Iron-armed Arhat, who was standing right beside him.