The loft was utterly silent. Two old men sat cross-legged on opposite sides of a low table, their hands clasped and resting naturally between their legs. Their wrinkled faces were expressionless, and they remained perfectly still, like two statues.
Did all experts like pulling this trick? Chen Yun stared at the two old men before him, puzzled.
Chen Yun was not foolish enough to speak up, though. He had read plenty of novels in his previous life. Experts simply loved putting on airs. Although this was another world, that principle still held true.
So Chen Yun was in no hurry. He stood straight where he was, quietly watching the two old men before him.
The loft remained deathly silent, so silent that it was somewhat frightening. As time passed, the stifling atmosphere grew heavier and heavier. Chen Yun keenly sensed the air in the loft gradually becoming weighty. Even with his exceptional mental fortitude, he felt unbearably oppressed.
What was going on?
Chen Yun was secretly startled. He knew very well that he could stand motionless in one place for several days and nights without a problem. He was extremely confident in his endurance. Yet he had only been standing here for a short while, and already he felt unusually agitated.
Could these two old men have caused this? Chen Yun carefully sized up the two old men still sitting cross-legged before him, somewhat unable to believe it.
If that was the case, then these two old men were simply terrifying. They could actually influence a person's mind without leaving a trace.
Chen Yun pondered in astonishment.
Gradually, fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Yun's forehead, and even his breathing grew labored. At that moment, he felt as though Sun Wukong from his previous life had been crushed beneath