The noisy sounds of the dojo subsided as the man with the conical hat took his seat.
Xie Xuanyi faintly felt something.
This part of the world, it seemed, was locked down by an invisible force.
Every word and action, every move they made, were constrained within this field of energy.
Body Refiner.
In the end, with a mere gesture or step, one could change the fate of the world.
Yang God.
The middle-aged man beside him could very well be a genuine "Yang God."
Xie Xuanyi's attitude was very respectful.
"Relax, I'm not a bad person,"
the man with the conical hat said with a smile. "You're quite discerning, addressing me as a senior so quickly."
"Please don't misunderstand, Senior… My address is entirely sincere, from the heart,"
Xie Xuanyi blinked and said, "Although you're wearing a conical hat, there's something inexplicably familiar about you, Senior. Have we met before?"
"Those who come out of the book pavilions sure have a way with words."
