Su Yi and the middle-aged man in Daoist robes walked through the stars.0

The way the middle-aged man saw it, Su Yi was at most twenty, and due to his bone age, he couldn’t possibly be some old monster disguised as a youth. Bone age couldn’t be faked.6

Yet a young man like this dared cross the stars alone. Either he had astonishing origins, or he had something else he was relying on.0

And it seemed highly likely that this “something else” was an extraordinarily powerful secret treasure!1

That aside, the middle-aged man in Daoist robes sensed that something wasn’t quite right about Su Yi’s aura. It seemed almost like he had no cultivation at all, but when he examined Su Yi more closely, he felt as if he couldn’t quite see through him.0

All of this piqued the middle-aged man’s interest. He planned to investigate just what this young man was capable of and determine whether or not he was a fatty lamb ready for the slaughter.0

But in Su Y’s eyes, there was only one way to describe the middle-aged man in Daoist robes: chives delivering themselves to his door!7

Each had their ill intentions, but they maintained amiable expressions, laughing and chatting calmly, like long-separated old friends.0

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