"Who are you?"
Ye Xuan's expression was very serious, his gaze slightly cold, staring into the distant darkness as he asked in a deep voice.
"That question is not important. What matters is whether the young friend is willing to give this old man some face."
The voice was plain and unremarkable, revealing no emotion, much less anger, with a calm tone, it said.
"What if I say no?"
Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, always fearless of such mysterious people, and questioned.
"Then this place will be your burial ground."
The voice carried a few more tones of weightiness.
At that moment, following those words, a figure gradually appeared in Ye Xuan's view.
It was an old man, wearing a long robe similar to those worn in earlier times.
The elder had white hair and a haggard face, and due to a hunched back, seemed only about 1.6 meters tall.
But the formidable and domineering aura within the elder was something Ye Xuan dared not ignore.
"Golden Core Realm!"
