"Since you're here already, come in," Ren Pingchuan's voice was as old and slow as before.
Ye Mo tightly held on to his flying sword and carefully scanned Ren Pingchuan with his spirit sense. If he felt anything was wrong, he would immediately leave. He couldn't put himself within Ren Pingchuan's attack range. Also, Ye Mo had the feeling that Ren Pingchuan seemed capable of detecting his spirit sense. This old man was too scary.
Soon after though, he rested easy. No wonder Ren Pingchuan hadn't run out, his legs were blown off, and the area where they were supposed to be was covered by cloth.
Ye Mo felt relaxed. No matter how strong Ren Pingchuan was, he couldn't do anything to him without his legs, so Ye Mo walked in slowly.
