"Is this a threat to me?"
Ouyegan said coldly.
"No, I am merely explaining the rationale for my actions to you. After all, if it's not clear, you may not feel comfortable holding onto it for admiration, would you?"
Liu Zheng chuckled.
"Hmph. Come in then."
Ouyegan snorted coldly and opened the big door.
"You look so young, yet you keep calling yourself an old man. I thought you were really elderly."
Seeing his appearance, Liu Zheng laughed.
Ouyegan looked around thirty or forty years old, his face was clear and lean, eyebrows like swords, temples as if carved by knives, with a head of white hair tied into a large braid trailing behind him, wearing a blue cloth robe, his strong muscles shaping the robe into his own silhouette.
In a nutshell, he's a muscular version of Huang Yaoshi.
"I enjoy it, what does it matter to you? Listen if you want, if not, take your Divine Weapon Fragment and scram."
