The old man known as Elder Xi slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm and leisurely, as if his body really was failing.
However, none of the martial artists present showed the slightest impatience; everyone knew just how terrifying this old man's strength was.
"Are you from Wind Thunder Hall?" The old man glanced at Xiao Ling and asked indifferently.
"Yes, Elder Xi, I didn't expect you to know me," Xiao Ling replied respectfully.
"Of course I know you, bullying men and women, relying on having a bit of talent, not concentrating on martial arts, but instead preferring to oppress others. If I hadn't already stopped meddling in the affairs of martial artists, I would have personally taught you a lesson long ago. I don't know how that old scoundrel Xue Kun teaches his disciples."
Elder Xi was blunt, issuing a string of scolding to Xiao Ling.
