It was an old man wearing a sheepskin robe with old-fashioned cotton shoes. He was holding a pile of scrolls in his hands while standing right behind Bi Ningshuai. He laughed and said: “Young man, you aren’t a disciple of the Spirit Treasure Tower, right?”

He was standing very close to Bi Ningshuai while slightly quivering due to his old age.

“Well…” Bi Ningshuai shuddered and felt a strange aura engulfing his body, causing him to tremble without being cold.

This old man continued to smile cheerfully at him.

Bi Ningshuai smiled back right away before suddenly taking action. A wisp of light shot out from his fingertip while his other hand unleashed a palm strike straight for the old man’s head.

Since he was found out, he might as well take the initiative!

“Boom!” No one could see the old man’s move, but Bi Ningshuai was knocked to the ground from one punch.

He lied there on the ground with a huge bloody bruise the size of a bell on his forehead.

The old man was still smiling!

Feng Feiyun also noticed the changes on that side and hurried over. He stared...