The thieving old man's expression changed slightly. He snorted twice and sat down. He fiddled with the spiritual herbs on the table and said,""You should leave. The person you're looking for is not here."
"Qi San, you want to stop me?" Elder poison's voice was vicious as he stared at the thieving old man with a strange light in his eyes.
"Qi San?" Li Tian thought to himself, that should be the name of the old man, but his identity ... Hall Master? What Hall Master? Moreover, his relationship with that poison elder doesn't seem to be ordinary. From the way they speak, they don't seem to be completely sworn enemies, but rather two people who have known each other for a long time. "
The thieving old man did not say anything. His eyes were still fixed on the spiritual herb on the stone table, as if he had not heard elder poison's words.