With it, they handed their blue-colored marble size crystal recorder to the food counter and the old man in his late sixties examined it all.
He saw it all, the dreadful deaths of those thugs of the Kill town.
He was left astounded to see the way they were killed. It was merciless, brutal and horrifying!
From it all, he could subtly deduct that the two youngsters were incredibly skilled and had solidified their foundation and martial arts to a certain level that they could even take down targets which were much higher realms than them.
Intimidated by it all, he looked at the two young men in awe and handed them their chunk of bread and the big glass full of nether water.
There, he briefly examined their cultivation and noticed that the youngsters were only at the founding stage and core cultivation level! Not even at a nascent soul level!
The old man's eyes widened at it.
