Under the gloomy, cold light of the moon, a young man with an Eastern face stood leisurely. Before him was a withered, extremely old man, whose squinted eyes were a startling blood-red. A faint, bloody scent wafted from his aged body, accentuating the sinister, faint smile on his unnaturally flushed face and creating a sense of chilling terror.
"An elder from my family? Alright. My name is Chen Fei, and my master is Ming Daochuan." Since Old Howard had asked, Chen Fei didn't hide anything and answered directly.
"Ming Daochuan?" Upon hearing the name, Old Howard's voice took on a strange, strained tone as he repeated it. His deep, blood-red eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had just recalled the corresponding powerhouse from the Huaxia of the East. He then squinted and smiled. "I know him. I even met him once, about a decade ago."
"Is that so?" Chen Fei smiled noncommittally. "Mr. Howard, did you chase me all the way here just to have a casual chat?"
