At the beginning, Ye Feng was merely curious, but the more he watched, the more he felt that this little old man was abnormal. Firstly, the fact that this person appeared here was abnormal in itself, given that Ten-mile Slope was neither near a village nor near a shop. Furthermore, despite his advanced years, his movement was still so adept, and there was a faint sense of transcendence and purity about him.
Especially after seeing so many imposing individuals on his side, the other party didn't seem to be scared at all. Clearly, this was a person of hermit-like stature, and Ye Feng speculated that he might very well be from one of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts.
And daring to wait here alone, this person was definitely not simple, at the very least, he must be a genuine powerhouse in the Divine Ability Realm.
Upon seeing this, Ye Feng smiled slightly and then called out, "Old sir, after being busy for so long, how about coming over for a drink of wine?"
