章 659: The Disciples of Splintered Soul

A strange glint appeared in Han Li's eyes. He glanced at the old man and indifferently asked, "What? You recognize me?"

The old man shivered underneath Han Li's icy gaze and hastily answered, "No, I am mistaken. How could Junior have possibly recognized you!"

"You've admitted to be mistaken?" Han Li indifferently rubbed his chin and swept his gaze past the others as if he believed the old man.

The grey-clothed man seemed puzzled as he glanced at the old man. Although he felt it was odd, he couldn't afford to pursue the matter. He could only think of flattering Han Li and somehow taking an opportunity to flee.