The middle-aged man stared suspiciously at Xu Wendong, his eyes as sharp and cold as two gleaming blades, glistening with an inspecting light.
Those eyes seemed capable of penetrating all disguises, reaching deep into the soul, as if to completely dissect the inner world of Xu Wendong: "This place is the forbidden land of my Blood Clan, isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years, never has an outsider dared to intrude."
"You, just a mere junior of the True Immortal Realm, how exactly did you cross the numerous restrictions to reach the holy land of my Blood Clan?"
His voice was deep and icy, much like a fierce winter wind, carrying a chilling aura that made Xu Wendong involuntarily shiver, a surge of coldness snaking up his spine.
Xu Wendong, in a panic, waved his hands hastily: "Please calm down, senior! I truly intended no offense and had no idea this place was the holy land of the Blood Clan!"
