The people of Heavenly Mountain originally looked down on Fu Mo slightly.
They were all still young, accustomed to seeing dashing and vigorous swordsmen and many bold and unrestrained heroes of the Jianghu. Naturally, they weren't very impressed by an old man who seemed somewhat timid in his movements. They didn't outright disrespect him, but they also hadn't considered him an elder worthy of their admiration. However, the words the old man now spoke sent a chill through their hearts.
At first, they didn't take him seriously, but after giving it more thought, they felt an indescribable horror. That fear fermented and grew uncontrollably within them, becoming more frightening the more they thought about it.
They no longer dared to underestimate this somewhat sloppy-looking old man.
Bai Li's expression turned stern, realizing he had underestimated the True Master.