The old man had a gaunt appearance, an elegant aura, clad in a white robe, standing there he seemed to possess the ethereal quality of someone on the verge of becoming an immortal, ready to ride the wind away. Those unaware might even mistake him for a great cultivator from some family.
However, as soon as the old man opened his mouth, he immediately shattered the graceful aura about him.
"You charlatan!"
Anger filled the old man's face, his eyes round and glaring as he stared fiercely at Qin Feng without letting up.
Luckily, he hadn't cultivated the spell 'Pupil Concealed Sword,' or else he'd have stabbed Qin Feng with hundreds of swords to vent the wrath in his eyes.
"It's you!"
Qin Feng glanced at the other party and couldn't help but smile.
This old man was the sword-cultivating White Crane he encountered that year when he patrolled Qifeng Mountain and subdued the Demon Beasts of the mountain!
"What brings about such words, Elder He?"
