After a moment passed, the old man Foo Yen finally calmed down. He tried to make his facial expression as calm as possible.
Right now, he did not care about Wang Cheng Yong. He only cared about Bai Chen.
The thoughts in his head raced around quickly. He thought about how he should start the conversation without triggering a fight.
It was obvious that he did not want to fight with Bai Chen, whom he thought was a fellow sky-soaring realm cultivator.
He did not want to risk his life just to take revenge for Wang Cheng Yong.
Wang Cheng Yong was already dead anyway. If he had to avenge a dead man, he might as well not do anything, because it did not benefit him in any way.
Bai Chen put a serious face on, which was in direct contrast to the old man’s.
He had been suppressing his emotions since he knew that the old man was a sky-soaring realm cultivator.
‘What do I do?’