บท 3479: The desolate race's inheritance_1

The old man looked at Zhao Hai and smiled, " "Young man, don't mind me. I no longer have the power to harm you. If you had appeared a few years later, this strand of my consciousness would have disappeared."

Zhao Hai didn't let his guard down and continued to look at the old man calmly. The old man didn't show any dissatisfaction when he saw Zhao Hai's expression. Instead, he smiled and said, &Quot; that's right. Your performance shows that you're a careful person. A careful cultivator can live longer. It's a pity that we didn't understand this back then. &Quot;

Zhao Hai looked at the old man in confusion. He really didn't know who this old man was. However, judging from the old man's appearance, their status back then must have been quite high.

The old man looked at Zhao Hai and said in a deep voice, " Young man, have you heard of the desolate race? "