The most important thing was the cultivator's eyes. His eyes were very bright, and when he glanced at Zhao Hai occasionally, they were like two bolts of lightning.
The cultivator was also sizing up Zhao Hai. He couldn't help but admit that Zhao Hai looked too ordinary. However, in order to prevent others from suspecting his previous identity, Zhao Hai's temperament had undergone a huge change. Now, he stood there like a mountain, giving people the feeling that he was a mountain. In front of him, any kind of aura was just floating clouds. It was as if any pressure or challenge was nothing to Zhao Hai. It was just a light breeze that blew across the hill, and it would not affect him in any way.