"Well, you forced me into this. I'll make you regret it!"
Bai Xiaofan shouted loudly, but his retreating speed increased even more!
Seeing this scene, Old Man Ding burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
However, ever since Bai Xiaofan appeared, Master Zhao, who had not spoken, still hadn't uttered a word, his eyes fixated on Bai Xiaofan!
For some reason, this young man with graying hair and a somewhat sickly demeanor gave him an extremely familiar feeling.
It seemed as if he had seen Bai Xiaofan in a very important setting before.
Master Zhao was no fool; he didn't think it was an illusion.
For a cultivator at the mid-stage of the Golden Core, intuition was very important!
Gradually, this sickly young man before him overlapped with a proud and deeply admired figure in Master Zhao's mind!
Once this thought emerged, the more Master Zhao looked at the young man before him, the more he felt he greatly resembled the person in his mind!
