"The smell of blood on you is almost like a slaughterhouse, and your left hand keeps hidden behind you, with the palm turning pale and trembling. Clearly, you've lost too much blood—if I couldn't notice that, I'd be a fool."
Ye Chen snorted coldly.
"Old Huang" stared intently at Ye Chen without saying anything. Ye Chen, protecting Tian Yun, stared back at the fake Old Huang, unwavering and unyielding.
This person's skills were far superior to his own, otherwise he wouldn't have entered the room unnoticed.
If he were here alone, Ye Chen would have surely turned tail and fled. But with Tian Yun here, trying to escape while carrying another person wasn't so simple.
"Hahaha~"
After a few minutes of stalemate, "Old Huang" suddenly burst into laughter, tossing the tobacco pipe onto the table.
"What's so funny?"
Ye Chen frowned, unsure of what this guy was planning.
"Hahaha, don't worry. Old Three found himself a good disciple."
