Translator: Pika

  Zu An saw a group of people come out of another alley. The one in the lead was an elderly man with silver hair. Despite this, he was bursting with health and vigor, betraying no sense of frailty. His eyes seemed as though they could peer through a person’s soul, and his gaze was sharp, like a wolf seeking its prey.

  Just meeting him eye-to-eye was extremely uncomfortable. This was probably the seventh-ranked expert Qin Wanru had spoken of.

  “How do you k..