"Liu Yuan? What are you doing here!"
"Did the Guild Master send you with something for me to do?"
Shu Tongbo frowned slightly upon seeing Liu Yuan, as though the man had spoiled his mood.
The several dancers nearby hurried behind Shu Tongbo and stood there with their heads lowered.
When the girl in his arms tried to rise, Shu Tongbo directly pulled her back, indicating that she need not care.
Only then did the veiled, gracefully slender girl in gauzy clothing obediently sit on the old man's lap.
Tang Lan began carefully examining the gaunt old man before him.
This man gave Tang Lan a very strange feeling. He lacked the unfathomable presence that older-generation experts usually possessed.
Instead, he seemed more like a spoiled young master fond of women, comparable to that Pei Shao.
And that was indeed the case. Before coming here, Tang Lan had heard Liu Yuan speak of it.
Shu Tongbo's martial soul was quite peculiar—it consisted of every strand of hair on his body.
This hair martial soul granted him a special ability: for a short period, he could strengthen himself by absorbing the Soul Power of others.
They had personally witnessed a level seventy-nine Soul Saint being controlled by this man's hair martial soul.
In merely a dozen or so breaths, that Soul Saint had been completely drained dry. The ability was terrifying beyond measure.
Over the years, not many people had learned of this matter. The vast majority had already been eliminated by Shu Tongbo.
Liu Yuan knew because he had served as the steward of the Pei father and son.
Furthermore, Shu Tongbo was exceptionally cautious and understood how to keep a low profile.
Otherwise, he would likely have long become an Evil Soul Master condemned by everyone.
Tang Lan had