The air seemed to freeze.
Han Yuchen's aura made Bone Douluo Gu Rong's pupils suddenly contract.
As a level 95 Titled Douluo, his instincts were sharper than a beast's.
"This aura..."
Gu Rong instinctively stepped half a pace forward and to the side, shielding Ning Fengzhi behind him.
His right hand instantly withered and blackened, becoming covered in a layer of hard bone armor.
It was his body's instinctive defensive reaction.
Because from this seemingly harmless young man before him, he sensed a trace of... danger.
It was faint, but it truly existed.
"Uncle Bone, don't be nervous."
Han Yuchen smiled, casually picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of water.
His movements were smooth and natural. Where was even a trace of the Parkinson's-like trembling from before?
"If I wanted to make a move, I wouldn't have let you set up the barrier just now."
Ning Fengzhi was, after all, the master of a sect, and his composure was extraordinary.
He lightly patted Gu Rong's shoulder, signaling him to relax.
Yet the knuckles of Ning Fengzhi's hand gripping his scepter had turned slightly white from the force.
"Yuchen, you've truly given me a huge surprise."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, sat up straight, and stared intently at Han Yuchen.
"I originally thought you were merely hiding your true abilities."
"I never expected you to be hiding a dragon."
"Acting is exhausting, Uncle Ning."
Looking at the stunned Ning Fengzhi, a sly smile curled across Han Yuchen's lips.
"Spirit Hall is watching. If I didn't act miserable enough, I'd be afraid of trouble."
Ning Fengzhi's hand still hung in midair.
Looking at the lively youth before him, whose sharp eyes resembled those of a little fox, the teacup in his hand nearly fell to