An ordinary-looking old man, with a sleazy face, appeared in Chu Mo's sight.
"Oh? Interesting...I've caught up to a little genius' breakthrough moment? It's the bone refining phase, oh dear, how frightening!" The old man let out several cawing laughs, unpleasant as a crow.
Then, he examined Chu Mo with interest, chuckling eerily, "You're devoid of primordial force, aren't you? Shall I give you half an hour to recover?"
Chu Mo glanced at the old man indifferently and said seriously, "For the New Year, you're out here scaring people with that ugly face of yours. Are you not embarrassed?"
"You brat... You're still showing your wit when you're about to die?" The old man strode towards Chu Mo. In his eyes, the boy was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
So the old man raised his arm, aiming to slap Chu Mo across the face.
Dare to mock my appearance? I'll slap you first to teach you a lesson!
Slap!
The old man's wrist was held firm.
