Qian Chen

'Child of Morus Alba…'

Su Ming's eyes shone with a barely noticeable glint. With his intelligence, if he did not want anyone to see anything off about him, no one would be able to find even a single clue, unless he ran into old monsters like the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe.

In fact, even the old monsters like the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe would not be able to see everything. After all, the level of complications and number of trials Su Ming had experienced in the one thousand years he had lived was definitely not something other cultivators could imagine.

The people before him were part of the cultivators he had seen in this True World with his divine sense, but he had come for the middle-aged man named Qian.

But he was not entirely certain… because everything in Arid Triad… existed here as well. He was not certain whether this man named Qian was his old friend.