382 1000-year-old Qin Ming

Li Xiandao and Seven walked into the Trading Hall. 

 Li Xiandao sat down and put on his mask as he saw an old man walk in.

 The old man's hair was grey, and his face was red and well nourished. He was dressed simply and looked very clean. 

 When the old man saw Li Xiandao, he focused on him. He noticed that he couldn't see through Li Xiandao at all. That was the most terrifying thing.

 Instantly, the old man stopped underestimating him.

 "This is the Bank of the Universe?" The old man asked. He stared at Li Xiandao and the fairy-like Seven who was standing to the side. He glanced a little before retracting his gaze.

 No matter how beautiful a woman was, in front of the old man, who felt like he wasn't strong enough, she was nothing.

 The old man stopped looking at Seven not because he didn't like beautiful girls but because he wasn't that horny young man in the past.