Chương 1589: Han Jin Nian’s Death

"W-Who're you?" When Li Fei heard the skinny old man's voice, she stared at him in confusion. For a moment, she even forgot that Han Jin Nian was in her room.

"Beautiful, it's pointless to struggle… If there's someone behind me, do you think I won't notice it at all?" Han Jin Nian chuckled as he got closer to Li Fei. The lust in his eyes became even more apparent.

"Just a mere Saint Rudiment Stage, and you think you'll be able to detect my presence?" At this moment, an ancient voice reverberated in the air, causing Han Jin Nian's expression to turn horrified. Finally, he realized Li Fei was not trying to trick him, there really was a person behind him.

In the next moment, before he could even turn around, he saw a flash, and a figure appeared in front of him.

It was an old man dressed in a grey robe. His hand was holding on to a cane. Nobody knew what kind of material it was made of. He then moved to the cradle behind Li Fei and shifted his gaze to the baby in the cradle.