The middle-aged man seemed to be able to hear her inner thoughts and immediately replied, "I don't know your master, but I should know your ancestral master."
After saying that, he added somewhat uncertainly, "It should be the ancestral master, after all, as far as I know, she hasn't taken any disciples for many years. Counting the generations, you must be at least the ninetieth or eightieth generation, right?"
Shivering mechanically, the cold woman slowly turned her head: "You... no, senior, can you hear my heart's voice?"
"Hehe, few things in this world can escape my ears, even those hidden in the hearts of men."
The middle-aged man chuckled, and his eyes, which seemed to contain dazzling galaxies, instantly saw through the cold woman's thoughts:
"Do not fear, as descendants of an old friend, I will not trouble you. I heard that today my Daoist field has produced an exceptional treasure, and I came to have a look. You may as well stay and join the excitement before leaving."
