Yuan Guotao's body swayed, and he almost fell down.
He pressed his forehead and felt a little dizzy.
'He's a Perfected Person?
'I've offended a Perfected Person?'
He wished he could faint and never wake up again.
"Senior, you are my idol!"
"Senior, I am from the Xu family of Province G. Can we shake hands?"
The crowd rushed forward, jostling among each other to be the first to shake hands with Tang Hao.
They had heard about the Senior Tang's name for a long time. Meeting him in the flesh caused them to be very excited.
Not only Senior Tang had a high cultivation base, but he was also a hero of Huaxia deserving of their respect.
Tang Hao was a little intimidated. He squeezed a smile and shook hands with them. It took him a lot of effort to deal with the crowd.
Soon, a group of people dressed in traditional Chinese suits rushed out of the villa and into the courtyard.
The leader was a white-haired old man.
