Chương 181: Oblivion Rune

Looking at the direction where the young woman had disappeared, the young man felt a rush of relief flood through his body.

The relief, however, was short-lived, for he knew all too well that despite their shared status as runic cultivators, the gulf between them was like the expanse between heaven and earth.

"So, you're not a member of the church!" a voice pierced through the silent forest, its tone icy and emotionless.

The young man heart quickened its pace as his gaze locked onto the figure emerging from behind a screen of lush green trees. The sight of a silver-haired man, clad in a regal black robe that billowed around him, sent shivers down the young man's spine.

"Who are you?" the young man's voice trembled, his cautious tone betraying his heightened senses.

He extended his 'Ethereal Will', in attempt to assess the the silver-haired man cultivation base.