Young Master Meng clearly had a high reputation among this group of people.
At Baili An's mere mention of a sentence, it incited a collective uproar among the crowd.
All it took was a slight gesture from Young Master Meng, and the noisy voices immediately ceased.
He looked at Baili An, his eyes showing no indication of annoyance, as gentle as a spring breeze, his gaze was influential and easily disarmed one's defenses.
He smiled slightly and said, "Although we are strangers, you remind me of an old friend, which gives me a very kind and cordial feeling."
Baili An's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "So where is this old friend now?"
Young Master Meng's tone grew slightly heavy as he said, "Central Netherworld."
As these four words slowly flowed from his lips, the cultivators who had thronged around him suddenly all paused, not daring to breathe too heavily.
