The other person in the room was an old man with a full head of white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and sagging skin.
Though he stood plainly to the side, one would unconsciously overlook him.
Previously, with Chen Ping'an seated in the place of honor, Meng Yude had merely glanced at the old man once and subconsciously ignored him. But now that the man had spoken, Meng Yude's attention was drawn to him, and he sensed an unusual aura.
"Profound Light Realm!"
Meng Yude's eyes trembled with shock as he finally sensed the other man's Martial Arts Realm.
This old man was also a Cultivator of the Profound Light Realm. What shocked Meng Yude wasn't just this, but the fact that the old man had been standing ever since he'd walked in.
Chen Ping'an, by contrast, sat composedly in the main seat, showing no extra courtesy simply because the old man was of the Profound Light Realm.
'What was going on?'
A trace of uncertainty sprouted in Meng Yude's heart.
