The voice carried a powerful, oppressive force, weighing down on Ye Xuan like a great mountain. It was a clear attempt to intimidate him from the start.
Several Martial Artists who had been about to approach Ye Xuan instinctively froze when they heard the voice and saw the brown-haired old man approaching. They didn't take another step forward.
Ye Xuan poured himself a cup of tea and downed it in one go. The terrifying pressure instantly vanished, as if swept away by a gentle breeze.
"Heh, you've got some skill," the brown-haired old man said, plopping down onto the chair opposite Ye Xuan. He then sneered at the cloaked person beside him. "You, hiding your face like a coward. I've arrived. Aren't you going to get lost?"
The cloaked person instinctively took two steps back and glanced at Ye Xuan.
