"Young man, what are you talking about? I am who I am, just a stranger you have bumped into. Why so many questions?"
The old man looked puzzled.
"You must have seen me before, or, you must know something. Our two encounters were no coincidence."
Chen Feng's eyes were sharp.
"Young man, you're joking. I'm just a shabby old man."
The old man waved his hand dismissively.
"Chen Feng, what are you doing? Don't scare the old man."
Ye Qingqing whispered.
Chen Feng took a deep breath, then picked up the ice mask to examine it.
This ice mask exuded a sacred aura, as if a force capable of purifying the soul flowed within it.
Moreover, Chen Feng felt that this aura was very similar to that of the Sacred Heart Technique.
This discovery made him even more suspicious about the identity of the old man.
"Old man, sell it to me, I'll give you fifty thousand," said a young man, trying to negotiate with the old man.
"Not for sale, not for sale."
The old man shook his head.
