Boom!
At Jia He's words, an extremely powerful, icy aura suddenly erupted from the old man's body, snapping the black brush in his hand on the spot!
The old man slowly raised his face. A faint chill lingered in his somewhat clouded eyes as he stared fixedly at Jia He. "Who are you?"
Unfazed by the aura, Jia He merely walked over to a table and chair at the side and sat down. Looking at the old man, he smiled. "It seems the Ice Emperor has been living quite comfortably here?"
Hai Bo Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, then waved his hand. A gust of force slammed the shop's front doors shut.
He could tell that this young man remained calm and showed no sign of panic. He must have some confidence to fall back on, so Hai Bo Dong did not make a move right away.
"I've devoted myself to cultivation here these past years. My days have indeed been leisurely," Hai Bo Dong said flatly.
Then Hai Bo Dong asked, "Since you know who I am, you must be from the Jia Ma Empire. Which family of the empire do you belong to?"
"The Mittel Family," Jia He replied with a faint smile.
Hearing that he had come from the Mittel Family, Hai Bo Dong immediately frowned. "Mite'er? Did that brat Teng Shan send you to find me? That's impossible. How would he know I'm here?"
Jia He chuckled. "I'm not actually a member of the Mittel Family. I simply have a very close relationship with them."
"What relationship?" Hai Bo Dong asked, looking at Jia He.
Jia He was stumped by the question. After a moment of silence, he said, "You could say I'm the Mittel Family's son-in-law."
Hai Bo Dong looked somewhat surprised. "Oh? Since you