Qin Chen's hair stood on end. This old man was too creepy. He was sure that the other party's cultivation was far above his own. After all, the pressure that this old man gave him was even greater than Supreme Sage Peng Kong's.
"Senior, I've already given you the Five-feathers Fan. What do you want?" Qin Chen asked.
The old man hesitated for a moment, then repeated the same sentence, "Dead, all dead, they are all dead!"
Qin Chen's face was filled with question marks. Could this old man be a lunatic who had lost his mind? He had no choice but to ignore the old man and fly toward the Taiyi Holy Land.
"Greetings, Elder King!"
When Qin Chen returned to the Taiyi Main Hall, many people greeted him along the way. However, he found it strange that these people seemed to not see the old man and did not mention the latter at all.
