"This... this is..."
The two looked at each other, speechless, both shocked.
After a long while, the male sword practitioner murmured, "Even if he were a cultivator who has achieved Integration, the feeling he gives us wouldn't be so terrifying... I'm afraid it might be... Mahayana!?"
"At a time when our human race is in turmoil, is it finally going to witness the rise of another Mahayana existence?"
The female cultivator looked back with admiration and reverence in her eyes.
Even though they had advanced to Returning to Emptiness, they had little hope of reaching Integration in this life, let alone becoming a Mahayana, the pillar of the race.
Elsewhere.
"Hee hee... This is the second time, huh? You think you can slip past me just on the strength of an exotic treasure?"