Xiang Ning was slightly alarmed. Forget about his previous impression of Uncle Zhao, based on what he sensed now, the old man was at least tier eight, or even nine, basically a person who could easily kill a tier seven beast. His little acting skills might be able to trick some tier seven cultivators, but in the face of a tier eight or nine boss, would he be able to hide? 

But Uncle Zhao, who was smilingly looking at him, didn’t speak. 

Xiang Ning’s butt clenched under Uncle Zhao’s gaze. His butt was actually injured; in fact, his whole body was quite beat up. 

Very quickly, everyone returned...