"All right."
Xiao Ling held Mittel Ao Xue's soft, boneless hand and followed the maid toward the VIP Room on the second floor.
Everyone they encountered along the way stepped aside for the three of them. Among them was an old man in black carrying a coffin, whose cultivation was at the One-star Dou Wang level. After taking another look at Xiao Ling, a trace of wariness flashed through his aged eyes.
"Elder Mu, is he that strong? His aura only seems to be somewhere between a three- and five-star Dou Wang's. With the strength we've brought this time, surely we don't need to be so wary of him?"
Beside the old man stood a youth in black, also carrying a black coffin on his back. He studied Xiao Ling with interest as he questioned the elder beside him.
Hearing this, the coffin-bearing elder watched Xiao Ling disappear upstairs, then withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "He's very strong. He gives me an uncanny sense of overwhelming strength. His cultivation is definitely not as simple as it appears. In any case, this opportunity comes once in a thousand years. We must seize it."
The coffin-bearing youth said no more. He chose to trust his elder's judgment. After all, although there weren't many people in the Black-Corner Region who played the pig to eat the tiger, every one of them was a powerful, cunning old fox.
On this point, the old man and youth had truly misunderstood Xiao Ling. He had never intended to play the pig to eat the tiger. An aura at the three- to five-star Dou Wang level was simply enough. After all, Dou Wang experts weren't cabbages sold by the roadside, even in the Black-Corner Region.
"My lord, please come inside. I'll fetch the elder right