The Fog Turns to Sea
Editor: _Lunaelle
The inn suddenly became silent. Everyone’s eyes were on the green-robed old man. The old man held the young man in his hand and coldly looked at everyone else.
“Eyes like lightning” These three words came to the minds of the surrounding cultivators. They felt like their entire beings were being seen through and a bucket of cold water was being poured over their heads at the same time.
An early stage Core Formation cultivator’s cup immediately fell to the ground as he quickly lowered his head, his eyes filled with terror. He secretly groaned, “This feeling, it should be a Nascent Soul…”
The old man withdrew his gaze and loosened his hand. The young man’s neck was covered in a black bruise.
The old man poured a cup for him, took a drink, and slowly said, “Speak, how did all of this happen?”