Hearing the old man's words, Xu Bai felt that what he had said just now was not the main point. What the old man really wanted to say was the rest.
He was patient and didn't rush him. After saying two simple words, he continued to wait for the old man's reply.
As expected, the old man's expression became complicated. His turbid eyes were filled with traces of time and exhaustion.
He looked at Xu Bai from head to toe and finally spoke slowly.
"The Bizarre Market is not as simple as you think. Their strength is stronger than you think. This is because the Bizarre Market is older than any of the current dynasties. Even in that era, the Bizarre Market was created long ago."
When the words reached this point, the old man's complex expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a sad expression, as if remembering the unbearable years of the past, bringing great pain.
