An old man got out of the Bentley. His hair was already a little gray. He must be in his sixties or seventies.
However, this old man looked very energetic and extraordinary.
Cultivator. This old man was definitely a cultivator.
At this moment, everyone had this thought.
When Old Master Qin saw this old man, his expression suddenly froze and he even frowned.
"Chu Wudao!" The old man spoke in a low voice, but there was a hint of coldness in his voice.
When everyone heard the old man's voice, they felt a strange feeling because his voice was cold and even a little unfriendly.
However, it was obvious that the old man knew him.
"Brother Qin, it's been many years since we last met. You haven't changed at all!" At this moment, the old man called Chu Wudao spoke to the old man again.
"Chu Wudao, what are you doing here?" The old man spoke again to the old man in a low voice, as if he was not very welcoming.
