As the gray-robed old man's voice fell, the air inside the small "Mo Study" seemed to freeze instantly. The shopkeeper had already turned pale with fear, shrinking behind the counter, not daring to breathe. Liu Yiyi, on the other hand, looked joyful and respectfully bowed to the old man: "Grandmaster Uncle!"
The old man nodded slightly, but his gaze remained calmly fixed on Fang Hao. That gaze seemed indifferent, yet it carried an invisible pressure, as if it could see through a person inside and out. The pressure of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, even if only a sliver was inadvertently leaked, was enough to make a Golden Core Cultivator's mind tremble.
