Sensing that he had captured the young man in front of him using a spell, the old man smiled smugly. Then, to his surprise, he saw that the skinny young man was smiling as well, before reaching out a hand to grab the old man's hand suddenly. "So you're also practicing witchcraft? I've read this before in 'The Tale of Mt. Man'. You're using a Mind Controlling Spell' right?"
"What a good eye you have, young man…" The old man pointed a thumbs up calmly with a smile before his right arm trembled. Then the hand was suddenly shrunk with all his might. Unfortunately, Zhang Lisheng's fingers were still gripping onto his arm tightly like an iron claw. "Uncle, I was born in the field, so you could call me a veteran. I can't tolerate even a single small problem and the way you treat me like this for no reason…"