The grey-clad old man had white brows and his face was filled with wrinkles. He held a shabby walking stick in his hand. He looked just like an ordinary person. However, based on the way he made an appearance, it was obvious to everyone present that he was not an ordinary person.
Everyone's attention was focused on the grey-clad old man, trying to figure out his identity when a voice filled with reverence rang in the air.
"Master!"
Everyone, including Duan Ling Tian, was surprised. They turned to look at the source of the voice…
Duan Ling Tian lifted an eyebrow, an astonished expression could be seen on his face, when he saw Yang Zhen Xing, the Patriarch of the Human-Devil clan, bowing respectfully at the grey-clad old man. 'This geezer is Yang Zhen Xing's master?' He did not expect the person who had hidden himself would turn out to be Yang Zhen Xing's master.