The majestic apparition suddenly appeared, startling Fan Tong greatly.
But to kneel before such an unknown apparition was indeed a bit too much to ask; he was quite reluctant at heart, and amidst his hesitation, he temporarily froze on the spot.
At that moment, an indescribable terrifying pressure suddenly fell upon him.
It seemed as if the entire heaven and earth were oppressing him alone; his legs were as if they were filled with lead, unable to move or shift his feet at all.
His straight body could barely bear the burden as the invisible and terrifying pressure forced his body, bit by bit, to bend downwards, making him appear somewhat hunched over.
"Predecessor, who are you? Could you possibly tell me the truth..."
His lips almost bled as he supported his body, not willing to kneel down directly.
Staring intently at the apparition at the front of the hall, he questioned in a deep voice.
"I am Miao Zhen. You dared to barge into my cave mansion and still ask who I am?"
