Old Master Cui looked at Ren Feifan, his eyes filled with an unprecedented vigor.
He was gambling!
He was betting the fate of the Cui Family on Ren Feifan.
"Why me? And, why do you think I would help you?"
Ren Feifan's eyes narrowed, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
Old Master Cui stood up. His body was still robust, and Ren Feifan could even sense a faint flow of True Qi emanating from him.
He was actually a cultivator!
Pity his cultivation level was very low, the aura emanating from him was comparable to a novice. But this energy fluctuation didn't seem like that of a cultivator's at all—it was somewhat strange.
Old Master Cui took a seat next to Ren Feifan and continued, "Because you are the only person I believe capable of stepping into Capital City and changing its rules. As for why you would help me, I have compelling reasons and sufficient sincerity to persuade you."
"You've investigated me?" Ren Feifan asked instinctively.
