Old Man Gui You

The elderly man lay on the table without any movement.

Ye Qing Luo was flustered by the master's reaction and reached out to nudge him, without giving two hoots about his prestige status in Heavenly Academy.

Before her arm could even inched further, the drowsy old man whipped his hand up like a poisonous snake and gripped her slender wrist.

She lowered her gaze and suppressed onto his withered fingers with a flipped backhand, forcefully freed from his restraint.

"Who was that?! Who on earth have the audacity to interrupt my sleep?"

The old man was obviously awakened by the struggle and roared angrily as he slammed the table.

Ye Qing Luo took a close look at the old man's appearance.

He was a meagre, bony figure probably in his fifties, with clean features and a well-kept white beard.

By his appearance, he looked nothing more than an ordinary elderly.

But.....