The old man chasing after him probably had not expected Chen Luo to strike so suddenly. Before he even had a chance to react, his aged face had already met Chen Luo's fist. With a scream, he flew backward, two large yellow teeth popping out of his mouth. He skidded along the bluestone pavement for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.
Chen Luo had held back somewhat. After all, they were in Desolate City; he could hardly turn someone into a blood mist the moment they met.
"Y-you-you-you, why are you hitting people?!"
Clutching his face, the old man spoke with utter disbelief. He had done business in Desolate City for years, yet this was the first time he had encountered someone like this.
"Instinctive reaction."
Chen Luo sized up the old man, then suddenly asked a question.
"Is your surname Shen?"
A filthy daoist robe, cultivation at the Core Formation Realm. This appearance was out of place in the inner city no matter how one looked at it, and Chen Luo had no idea how he had slipped in. Moreover, there was a layer of aura around this old daoist that Chen Luo could not see through. Even the mind within the External Brain most adept at 'judging people' had failed to penetrate that concealment.
"This old daoist's surname is Jiang!!"
Old Daoist Jiang snorted, and the look in his eyes changed slightly as he regarded Chen Luo. He suspected that this man had spent too long in Cultivation Seclusion and damaged his brain from it. He had encountered plenty of such people before—people whose conduct differed from ordinary folk and who were not easy to deal with.
"Mistaken identity. That Shen fellow owes me quite a few Spirit Stones."
A trace of a kindly smile