When Xiao Bai heard this, he looked at the wariness on the old man's face and knew the man had misunderstood his identity and background.
But he had another purpose today, and there was no need to borrow someone else's prestige to bluff.
Besides, with his current strength, facing the old man's present Dou Ling cultivation, there was no need for that at all. He could simply tell the truth.
"There's no need to worry, old sir. I'm a local of the Jia Ma Empire!"
Hearing this, the old man chose to believe him, because people from those kinds of powers all looked down on the Jia Ma Empire. They would never say they were from the Jia Ma Empire; to them, that would be an insult.
But afterward, he felt somewhat angry. Although Xiao Bai spoke gently, that confidence was laid bare, as if saying that with the old man's current cultivation, he was not worth Xiao Bai pretending to be the heir of some superpower.
"Good, good, good. I never thought that after more than twenty years in seclusion, the Jia Ma Empire would actually produce a junior like you. If I stumble at your hands today, what face will I have left to make my way in the Jia Ma Empire from now on?"
Once he set aside the worries in his heart, the old man braced himself again.
His aged, withered palm stretched out to the side, and the surrounding icy mist rapidly condensed into an ice-blue spear in his hand. At the same time, a thick suit of Ice Armor flashing with a dim ice-blue glow formed over his body.
Xiao Bai watched with great interest as the old man completed his transformation, clicking his tongue in praise inwardly. Damn, that was seriously cool!
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