Night had fallen deep.
Yet Old Lord Gouchen's eyes were like a pair of torches, seemingly able to illuminate the deepest secrets in one's heart.
Under his gaze, Su Yi immediately felt immense pressure bearing down on him, every inch of his skin quietly tensing.
Yet he stood there calmly, meeting Old Lord Gouchen's gaze without retreating.
"Looks like someone once told you a few things about this old man. But in the end, you are not that Swordsman. You are far too weak."
Old Lord Gouchen's eyes quietly calmed, clear as a lake, no longer carrying any intimidation.
As he spoke, he raised a hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. "Compared to that Swordsman, you are like a tiny bug. A light rub of my fingers, and you would lose your life."
Su Yi said flatly, "Did you come here just to show off your verbal prowess?"
"No, the one I wished to see was not you."
Old Lord Gouchen said, "My words may be unpleasant, but I have always spoken this way. I disdain concealing what I truly think."
After a pause, he sighed softly, a trace of melancholy appearing between his brows. "I should have realized long ago that you are not him. After all... if you truly were him, why would you struggle in a little pond like the God Domain? Like a frog in a well, you do not even possess the knowledge to converse with me."
He truly was not polite. He spoke bluntly and directly. It did not seem as though he deliberately intended to humiliate Su Yi, yet the contempt and indifference in his words could not be concealed at all.
Or rather, just as he himself had said, he disdained hiding his thoughts!
"Who in this world is not