“Stand there!” Someone bellowed like it was a command.  0

Lin Xun ignored them and continued on his way, calm and unhurried, which caused the others’ expression to darken. 0

“Let him leave.” The white-haired old man spoke aloud. His eyes held a chilling power.0

Fei Lang, Lan Ling, and the others all looked surprised.0

Only after Lin Xun disappeared did the white-haired old man say aloud, “You must remember one thing: In the Underworld, if your opponent regards you an enemy, they won’t care about your background or origin.0

“If you encounter someone whose depth you can’t discern, even if you are tempted to kill them, always remember to not act recklessly.”0

The white-haired old man smiled. “Of course, maybe I was mistaken, but it is always better to be safe than sorry.”0

Fei Lang asked in astonishment, “Master Uncle, even you couldn’t see that guy’s depths?”0

“He is a supreme quasi-Emperor, but he is different from the others. In particular, the confidence he exuded was certainly not an act. This indicates that he does not fear us.”0

The white-haired old man continued, “That's why it’s better to be cautious.”1

He only spoke a few...0