"You can call me Sect Elder Mu. I am in charge of the eleventh line in Seven Moons Sect, Mu Zhen!" the ancient voice said. The old man's expression was calm when he took a slow step towards Su Ming.
There was no shadow beneath him. It was just as he said, the one who appeared was just a shadow figure.
"Seven Lives Art is a cultivation method only the successor disciples in Seven Moons Sect can practice, but in truth, the goal of this Art is to gather together a Dao Shadow, Dao's figure." When the old man said those words flatly, he looked at Su Ming.
"And Dao Shadow is not something you can understand with your current potential. Sect Elder Wang, you aren't my opponent. I would advise you to give up."
The old man had a calm expression, but there was a hint of arrogance in his words, and it lingered in the air, allowing all those who heard him to be able to hear it clearly.
Preview to the next chapter: The Shadow of Winter!
It's not the rune anymore!
Epiphany time.