"What about me?" Su Ming smiled faintly. A faint light shone in his eyes, and when he spoke faintly, he took a step forward.
The old man with the cheeks of a monkey turned incredibly pale. He instinctively stepped back and nearly fell down. He looked as if he had seen a ghost, but as a cultivator, he still had some semblance of self-control. When he moved back, he sucked in a deep breath and quickly forced a smile on his lips, but that smile looked even worse than a crying expression.
"It's-it's nothing. I didn't know that you have descended to this place, senior. I was even trying to sell you all those scrapped medicinal pills just now. Please forgive me, senior. I hope that you will not punish me," the old man said quickly. At that moment, he seemed to have calmed down, and he sounded as if he was begging for forgiveness.
