"No need to look anymore, they are just asleep,"
Suddenly, Qin Han quickly adopted a defensive stance, yet his eyes were drawn to the source of the voice.
He saw that the space before the niche, previously empty, was now occupied by an old man, smiling at him with a twinkly gaze.
Qin Han observed the elder closely, noting his Tang Dynasty attire, the deep bags under his eyes sagging heavily, his temples graying alongside a long beard, all suggesting this man could not possibly belong to the modern era.
Yet a moment ago, Qin Han had not felt anyone's approach; the man had simply appeared before him with but a turn of his body. What kind of skill could this be?
"An illusion?" Qin Han murmured with a frown.
The old man, still smiling at Qin Han, said, "If you claim it's real, then it's real; if you say it's false, then it's false!"
"Who are you?" Qin Han watched the elder warily, asking in a cold voice.