Qin Feng's muscles tensed, and he drew in a sharp breath. This ordinary-looking old man before him could actually probe the thoughts deep within his soul.
'Could he be a titan of the Martial Dao!'
The disheveled old man seemed to see right through him. "It's not that profound. I just have some insight into the path of the soul!"
Qin Feng paled. The path of the soul was the most esoteric and strange; Martial Artists who cultivated the soul were far more difficult to deal with than others.
The disheveled old man spoke impatiently. "Alright, kid, stop your guessing. Take out your Points Card!"
Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng calmed himself. He did his best to keep his mind as still as a tranquil lake, worried that the slightest ripple of thought might leak a secret to the old man.
A smile returned to his face as Qin Feng took out his personal Points Card.
