A mysterious man in black clothes and a bamboo hat covering his head approached.
His hat was surrounded by a drape of black gauze that concealed his face, and his voice was unusually hoarse, it was unclear whether he had altered his voice on purpose or if it was naturally like that.
Judging by his voice, the man wearing the bamboo hat seemed to be around fifty years old.
"Who are you?"
Qin Bancheng stared intently at him, his face filled with anger.
Just when he was about to leave, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere, insisting he could not let him go.
Qin Chuan frowned as he looked at the stranger, wondering if it was an illusion, but he felt a faint and elusive pressure emanating from the man.
With his current cultivation level, even if he went to the Nine Inferior Clans of the Ancient Martial World, he would be considered a top martial artist.