The north winds howled, and the sunlight in the Big Ruins was not hot at all. Instead, it was a little cold.
He Jian was dressed in a gray robe. His eyes were cloudy, and he held a 10-inch long carving knife in his hand. He was still as ordinary as ever, and his words were unhurried. His aura was indistinct.
Nonetheless, even if Ou Yangming used his powerful mental power to probe the old man, he still could not see through his strength.
In the Longevity Alley, although Master Duan liked to show off in front of others, he did not have any bad intentions. Moreover, he was warm-hearted. Jiang Yingrong, she was inextricably linked to the Black Dragon Clan, which was Jiang family, and her strength had also reached that of a top-grade Spiritualist. As for Lil' Qingcheng, she was innocent and charming. Ou Yangming could see through all of them.
