Old Mi smiled. However, his face was horribly wrinkled, like the dried skin of an orange, and this smile only made him look extremely terrifying. “Butler Hong’s memory is quite excellent. You even remember an insignificant nobody like me.”

Zu An looked at Chu Tiesheng—lying dead on the floor—and swallowed. He had witnessed Chu Tiesheng’s cultivation before, and knew that he himself was no match for him.

Yet a sixth-ranked expert like him had been killed by a single thrust of a finger.

If he ever got Old Mi’s bad side, would he die from just a single glance?

Hong Zhong’s entire body grew tense as he stared at the elder in front of him. “It seems that even the Brightmoon Duke has overlooked you. To think that such a terrifying expert was hidden in the estate…”

Midway through his sentence, he moved.

He was clearly trying to distract Old Mi by talking to him, then launch a surprise attack when the old man least expected it.

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