"Become your disciple? That's impossible, hiding with you in those secret realms beneath the Ancestral Land, what's the point?"
Chen Yuan said leisurely, a faint smile on his face.
"You... you... how do you know..."
Upon hearing Chen Yuan's words, the old man suddenly jumped up as if bitten by a venomous snake, his face changing instantly.
Sheng Xueqin and Chen Qi couldn't help but be moved. Judging from the old man's previous methods, it was clear that he was immensely mysterious, even unfathomable, being able to scatter the might of a Quasi-True Saint with just one palm strike, which showed just how terrifying he was.
However, as soon as Chen Yuan said that sentence, it made the old man's face change drastically, prompting Sheng Xueqin and the others to be moved.
