Emperor Yunlan Haorang raised his head and looked straight into Hao's eyes.
His gaze was deep, sharp, and heavy - like a mountain pressing down.
But Hao didn't flinch.
He raised his own brow slightly higher and stared back.
'Is this an eye showdown now?'
Hao narrowed his gaze.
He wasn't losing this contest.
The store filled with invisible sparks.
A staring duel between a presumed-to-be immortal storekeeper and the emperor himself.
The old man confusedly blinked.
Emperor Yunlan Haorang didn't know what was going on. He simply felt the store owner's eyes were strangely intense.
'Is there a stain on my face?'
Meanwhile, Hao was already celebrating inside.
'That's right. You blinked. First blood goes to me.'
'Victory!'
He calmly nodded to himself, hiding the smugness trying to crawl up his face.
The emperor took a step forward and cupped his fists respectfully once again.
"This one's name is Haorang. May I ask for senior's name?"
"Just Hao. You can call me Hao."
