The Mysterious Duan Ru Feng

"Where are you from?" Duan Ling Tian asked again.

He did not miss the cautious gaze the black-clad middle-aged man used to look at the talisman in his hand. He could not help but feel surprised.

The talisman in his hand was previously given to him by his miserly father.

It did not cross his mind this powerhouse, whom he suspected came from outside Cloud Continent, would dread the talisman in his hand.

"Where am I from?" The black-clad middle-aged man glared at Duan Ling Tian in rage after he took a deep breath. "Are you kidding me? If you have a talisman drawn by a Saint Rudiment Stage Dao Cultivator, how is it possible you don't know where I'm from? For the sake of the Saint Rudiment Stage Dao Cultivator behind you, I won't hold you responsible for ruining my Human Puppet this time! Otherwise, I'll kill you even if you have the talisman he left for you, and I have to risk being seriously injured!" The black-clad middle-aged man hissed coldly.