He was wearing a thick robe, with both hands stuffed deep into its wide sleeves, his head slightly lowered.
Though aged, his figure appeared like a mountain—more precisely, like a mountain formed by countless sharp swords, brimming with edges and points.
Hei Dalong stared at him, "Old fellow, who are you? Judging by your appearance, you seem to have significant cultivation. Aren't you afraid of ending your old life at my hands?"
This elderly man was none other than Elder Xiao.
He slowly lifted his head, his eyes exceedingly profound.
One glimpse was enough to feel an inexplicable oppressive force.
As if a great mountain could erupt from within those eyes, crushing them to death.
Even Hei Dalong couldn't help but feel slightly startled.
In a deep voice, he said, "Old fellow, it seems your cultivation truly is surprising. You must be at the Grandmaster level that can manage a sect's foundation, aren't you? I didn't expect Changming City to have someone like you."
