Xiao Yi and the others in the car suddenly contracted their pupils, staring intently at the elderly man who had descended from the sky in a golden Tang suit.
What profound mastery of Blood Qi Martial Arts!
With their eyesight, they could naturally tell that this old man called Uncle Qian was no weakling.
Jumping from a high-rise was nothing; they could all do it. But he had drifted down like a sheet of paper without causing the slightest damage to the ground. That showed his control over his body and use of Blood Qi had reached a state of returning to simplicity.
"Uncle Qian, I'm already this old and you still hit me? In front of my friends, too. Don't I have any dignity?" Gao Bancheng rubbed his head and complained.
"And you, at your age, why are you still jumping off buildings whenever you disagree with someone?"
Steward Qian blew his beard and glared. "Forget jumping off buildings. If you keep mouthing off, even if I'm already in my coffin, I'll flip the lid open and beat you!"
"Fine, fine, you're the elder. Everything you say is right. But could you keep your voice down from now on? You're about to deafen me."
It was not just Gao Bancheng. The people in the car were nearly deafened too.
This old man named Qian truly had a booming voice. Talking to him was like standing beside cannon fire.
"I've talked like this my whole life. Can't change it!"
"Uncle Qian, keep it down. My friends are watching. Etiquette! Don't forget your etiquette."
Steward Qian swept his gaze through the car. When his eyes passed over Bai Ye and Li Xiao, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Cough, cough..." He coughed lightly, calmly tucked his golden smoking pipe behind his