At the Yin-Yang Ruins, the black and white soil was sharply divided. Liu Mo secretly warned him, “That brown-haired man is a dying Heavenly Immortal. Don’t get too close to him.”
Qin Ming nodded. It definitely wouldn’t be appropriate to fall out with the man while they were outside. The brown-haired middle-aged man was polite on the surface and even quite well-mannered, but his innate sense of superiority showed through in every detail.
He looked at Liu Mo and said, “You’ll go first, I’ll bring up the rear, and the younger ones will stay in the middle. That’ll be safer and ensure nothing goes wrong.” Although he spoke as if making a suggestion, there was little warmth in his tone.
He was not exactly aggressive, but his attitude left no room for refusal. He was treating Old Liu like a beast of burden and making him clear the way. Liu Mo smiled and nodded.
“All right.”
There was no need to provoke unpleasantness outside. They could simply go along with him for now. The brown-haired middle-aged man wore a gray robe.
There were a few crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes. After giving a slight nod, he revealed a mild smile and introduced himself. He came from the Eternal Mist Origin Sect, and his name was Gu Rui.