Shi Lang screamed at the visage of the figure standing before him. This was something he had never come across. Even if the world was filled with myths that there were all sorts of cultivators, he did not expect this to be true.
Before him stood an old man with an ethereal glow radiating from his body. However, what scared him was that this old man was missing a pair of legs. Shi Lang could not comprehend what he was witnessing. He had encountered ghosts and spirit cultivators in his past life, but it was such a long time ago that his brain could not compute this event.
As he screamed, the old man frowned and scolded him, "What are yous creaming for, brat? Never seen a wandering spirit before? What well have you been living in for all your life?"