The old man's voice was cold and contained a hint of killing intent.
There was also a baleful aura that instinctively emitted from him, which was further enhanced by his serious expression that concealed malevolence.
Xu Qing could sense that this old man was also at the Nascent Soul realm but his aura felt stronger than Sick Ghost's. He nodded in acknowledgment.
"Very good." The old man looked at Xu Qing and laughed a cold laugh.
"Sick Ghost relied on the characteristic of coexisting with the Holy Wave Race's poison to always release poison. However, he has limited knowledge when it comes to the Dao of Poison. This batch of Sword Holders is quite impressive!"
"Your name is Xu Qing, isn't it? Come over here. As a reward for poisoning Sick Ghost, I'll allow you to assist me in explaining the myriad races."
Xu Qing stood up and walked toward the old man, and stood by his side.