Han Li glanced over and immediately recognized the elder whose eyes shone brightly—it was likely Jin the monster. After all, of the three present, only he was at the mid Nascent Soul stage, and seemed close to reaching the peak of this realm.
As the man with curled hair entered the hall, he didn't bother with niceties and swept his gaze over Senior Martial Brother Cheng and the others, his eyes finally resting on Han Li, causing his expression to change slightly.
"This must be Fellow Daoist Han!" said the curled-hair elder with a hint of strangeness in his tone. "I have long admired your reputation. But shouldn't you be at the early Nascent Soul stage? Has Fellow Daoist Han's cultivation progressed so rapidly to advance already?"
"It is Hei Jin, indeed. You flatter me. I only advanced to the mid-stage not long ago," responded Han Li as he stood up and bowed slightly, his expression as calm as usual.
Upon hearing this, the elder's heart sank.