Huang Xuantian sized up the people present. The expert Xiao Tianzan invited must be at least forty years old.
"You?" Huang Ming pointed at an old man and asked coldly.
"No, no, no, it's not me." The old man was so frightened his face turned pale.
"Then is it you?" Huang Ming then pointed to a middle-aged man standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I was just trying to look impressive," the middle-aged man said, his legs already trembling.
"Then it must be you?"
"Ah!" An eighty-year-old man, seeing Huang Ming pointing at him, spat up a mouthful of blood and collapsed.
"Xiao Tianzan, where in the world is this person you mentioned?" Huang Xuantian asked, his gaze turning ice-cold as he looked at him.
Wu Tian, from the New Holy Land, had already appeared in the crowd, completely unnoticed.
