Ning Tingshan unfolded the painting but did not look at it. The divine light contained in it was precious. He turned to look at Zou Wenrui and said, "Even if he isn't, what can you do?"
He touched his beard and exclaimed, "A ninth level Nascent Soul cultivator, if he is really as young as he looks, this is simply shocking. Even those big sects in the Central Plains may not have such a genius.
Ning Tingshan's eyes flickered. Not only was he a genius, but he had never heard of such a person in the past thousands of years, not even in the era of gods and ghosts.
Other than the disciple of the nameless Saint who had not appeared for hundreds of years, there was no other explanation!