A man in coarse clothes was brought to the Drill Ground under the watchful gazes of many experts.
His hair was grey and his face had a mustache on it, showing that he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. People couldn't feel any spiritual power from him. When he was brought to the center of the Drill Ground, he raised his head slowly.
Deep in his eyes, there was a boundless void. His eyes calmly swept from Qi Luosheng to Left and Right Messengers and then to those experts present at the scene.
After a glance, he lounged in everybody's presence and took out a pot of wine, drinking alone.
Many surrounding experts felt perturbed by his behavior.
"He is Jian Nantian?"
"Jian Wushuang's father?"
"He is Jian Nantian? Quite ordinary."