Chu Yuyan was about to speak when Bai Xiaofan suddenly lifted his head and looked towards an old man with white hair, wearing reading glasses, who had just walked through the door.
His steps were light and swift, his breath steady, and his eyes bright and spirited.
An expert, definitely a top-notch expert!
Bai Xiaofan was certain that this old man was the strongest individual he had encountered since his cultivation of the "Immortal Refining Art", even more so than the top fifty black-clad assassins on the hit list he had killed; in front of this old man, they all seemed somewhat trivial.
Noticing Bai Xiaofan's gaze, the old man smiled faintly and proceeded to collect the day's garbage from inside the place.
"What's the matter?"
Seeing that Bai Xiaofan had suddenly stopped eating and speaking, just staring at the garbage-collecting old man, Chu Yuyan asked with confusion.
