The old man was badly frightened, as if his very soul was trembling.
His fear wasn't the kind a normal person would feel upon seeing a snake. It was the terror of having a secret in his heart laid bare.
Utterly exposed, with nowhere to hide.
Elder Zhao had been a famous Snake Catcher in his youth. How could he be afraid of a mere snake? But the one before him now truly terrified him, filling him with dread.
A snake staring at a person—it was enough to make his scalp tingle with fear.
Tu Xiao'an just watched Elder Zhao prostrate on the ground. This respected and venerable old man now seemed so detestable and pathetic in his eyes.
'A beast in human clothing—this must be it.'
"What was her surname?"
The Gold and Silver Snake gazed at the floating Hongxin Wood and spoke in a haunting, human voice.
Elder Zhao, still prostrate, trembled all over. He didn't dare refuse to answer. "Her surname was Zhao. She was called Zhao Xinlan."
