Just then, Dai Yao's expression suddenly hardened. He glanced sideways outside the door and said flatly, "Uncle Hengyu, someone's here."
Dai Hengyu froze, wiped the tear tracks from his face, then looked outside the door. After sensing carefully for a while, he still did not detect anyone. He turned to Dai Yao and said in confusion, "Dai Yao, it doesn't seem like anyone's here?"
While Dai Hengyu was still puzzled, the room door suddenly opened, and an old man with an ancient, weathered face appeared before the two of them.
The old man's beard and hair were both white and an utter mess. He wore coarse cloth like an ordinary commoner, yet when his eyes were still, they were as deep as an abyssal sea, and when they moved, they shone like thunder. There was no way to treat him as some sloppy old man.
That casual attire instead gave him an unrestrained air.
After the old man entered the room, his gaze lingered on Dai Hengyu's face for a moment before falling on Dai Yao.
That almost tangible gaze made Dai Yao's heart sink. He instantly felt a vast pressure, and his skin stung as if pricked by needles.
"Very strong. The pressure this old man gives me is even a bit stronger than the ninety-fifth-rank Bone Douluo. This man should be the First Elder of the Council of Elders."
He knitted his brows and thought warily.
Seeing that Dai Yao remained calm and composed under his pressure, the First Elder nodded in approval. Such strength was extremely rare among the younger generation. Even the current Crown Prince, Dai Mubai, could not stand straight in front of him. Dai Yao, praised as the number one genius of the present younger generation, truly lived up to his reputation.
He asked