The Fourth Ancestor had been waiting like this, and another five hundred years had passed, yet there was still no sign of Lu Changsheng and his disciple.
Suddenly, the Fourth Ancestor's brow furrowed.
Into the remote village where he had been hiding, two middle-aged men walked in.
To keep an eye on Lu Changsheng and his disciple, the Fourth Ancestor had lived in this village for thousands of years, constantly changing his identity to avoid drawing attention.
These two newcomers gave him a dangerous feeling.
One of the middle-aged men noticed the Fourth Ancestor of the Ancient Helian Clan and was about to take action when the other man stopped him with a glance.
"They both carry a trace of Demonic Qi... Could it be that they are not Human Race cultivators?"
The Fourth Ancestor was not one to fear trouble, and with his cultivation level, it would not be easy for the opponents to kill him.
